"As far as I know." A joke, definitely. "Yes, we're friends." If he has anything to say about it. "Why?" He tilts his head a little bit. "Do you need something from a friend?"
She shakes her head, and slips her hand underneath of the table to rub the side of Wags' muzzle. He mouths at her fingers, and ends up chewing two of them contentedly; Abby makes a funny face when he bites her knuckle a little harder than he probably means to.
"Um." A moment, in which she's sorting out the dog, then, "No, I justβ wanted to make sure."
She answers immediately, abruptly realising how awful that must have sounded, "Yeah."
Shit. She mulls over a swallow of ale before continuing. "Before I came here, I lost... all of my friends?"
Yeah. Everybody, from her Salt Lake crew. Sounds a little like they had a group falling out when she puts it that way, which isn't wrong, but isn't the entire truth either. "It means a lot that you're my friend."
That... is better than he feared, honestly, from an entirely selfish point of view. But. It could mean a lot of things, losing friends. That there was a disagreement. That they died. Two very different outcomes.
"I'm glad we're friends. Prior to you I've had... one... friend of my own?" Nosewrinkle. "Two, I suppose, if we count Sylvie."
When she thinks about how she's changed since she got here, it warms her up a little. She has Lev to thank for that, really. "The old me was... obsessive." A snort, when she has another drink, "She kept her gym routine up though. Kinda slipping on that front."
Old her didn't go for drinks with friends very much, though. She was missing out.
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"Um." A moment, in which she's sorting out the dog, then, "No, I justβ wanted to make sure."
It sounds stupid out loud.
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They're friends. It was easy to say, because it's true. But...
Finally: "Is that okay? That we're friends?"
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Shit. She mulls over a swallow of ale before continuing. "Before I came here, I lost... all of my friends?"
Yeah. Everybody, from her Salt Lake crew. Sounds a little like they had a group falling out when she puts it that way, which isn't wrong, but isn't the entire truth either. "It means a lot that you're my friend."
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That... is better than he feared, honestly, from an entirely selfish point of view. But. It could mean a lot of things, losing friends. That there was a disagreement. That they died. Two very different outcomes.
"I'm glad we're friends. Prior to you I've had... one... friend of my own?" Nosewrinkle. "Two, I suppose, if we count Sylvie."
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"Really? But you're so likable."
It's teasing, but there's a note of genuine curiousity in there. She finds him very agreeable.
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He leans back a bit and takes another drink.
"The old me was spoiled and megalomaniacal." Raised eyebrows. "Not the bastion of friendship that sits before you now."
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When she thinks about how she's changed since she got here, it warms her up a little. She has Lev to thank for that, really. "The old me was... obsessive." A snort, when she has another drink, "She kept her gym routine up though. Kinda slipping on that front."
Old her didn't go for drinks with friends very much, though. She was missing out.