Not being close with Kyle was weird, and Isabel didn't like it. Kyle Valenti had been one of her very best friends for over a decade. She'd been over the moon when she'd seen him arrive, and then promptly crushed when she realized that this version barely knew her at all. He wouldn't know their inside jokes or be familiar with their easy banter. He wouldn't remember the war. He wouldn't remember making lame jokes just to keep her smiling in the face of death and tragedy. And he certainly wouldn't remember her dying to keep him safe.
Her Kyle (as she'd come to think of him), he wouldn't have batted an eye at Isabel inviting him over to watch old Christmas movies in the middle of the night. But this Kyle, though he most certainly found it strange, still came. And that gave Isabel hope that maybe they could find their way back to that friendship she cherished so much.
She answered the door quickly after his knock, not wanting to chance waking any of the sleeping individuals in her home. "He'd probably be thankful that you're saving him from yet another round of Christmas movies," she smiled back. "Come in," she pulled the door open wider and gestured for him to make himself at home. "Can I get you anything to drink?"