Anye had opened her mouth to argue the point, but she supposed that was fair. She really had no proper defense. Normal people probably allowed their best friends to have secrets.
Once, perhaps not even a month ago, Heffalump had asked Anye if she truly felt her relationship with Nick was healthy - on both sides of it. If they were even good for each other at all. Anye had wanted to argue the point, insist that of course they were, but she couldn't. She didn't know. She honestly didn't. In the end her answer answer had been the only honest thing she could find to say. "I want it to be." And she did. Desperately.
Standing in front of her closet door, Anye looked from the TV and back to Nick. She'd been about to point out that this definitely wasn't a terrible movie, but warning bells had gone off in her mind. Frowning, Anye walked around the room and sat at the edge of her bed nearest him. "Nick," she breathed. "Are you okay?"