Lizzie/Fitz.
That's the question most of my friend ask on a daily basis once they've met me. I have no idea, to be honest. But I'm glad you survived so long without my presence.
I love you too, Lizzie B. As long as we're talking about the platonic friends look out for each other and make lunch dates where we drink too much before tottering back to our cubicles kind of love. Let's not even think about the other kind.