Despite every terrible thing he'd done, there was something about Thomas that incited a certain tenderness in her. When he smiled, then agreed, the tenderness was enough to make her smile back at him. "Then that is what we will try to be, Thomas. We'll work at being friends."
Impulsively, she reached over and set her hand gently on his arm, just above his wrist. "Friends," she said, squeezing just as she would to comfort her sister when she was having a rough time of it.
And then, she stood and rubbed at her eyes. All the crying had really worn her out. And how sad was that? "I'm going to try to sleep, now," she told him. "Good night, Thomas. I'll see you in the morning, if you're still around."