"We're..." An array of things hits her when she thinks of Jesus and in this moment, her thoughts and inhibitions clouded and muddied, she can't decide which of them to lead with.
"Family," she hits on first, foremost, like he's told her over the past few weeks. When they've been talking more in the past few months than they have the rest of the time they've known each other. "Friends, but the kind of friends we are, not like there used to be. If you need something, anything, I'm the first person you can expect to step up. I hope, anyway."
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Date: 2022-11-02 12:15 am (UTC)From:"Family," she hits on first, foremost, like he's told her over the past few weeks. When they've been talking more in the past few months than they have the rest of the time they've known each other. "Friends, but the kind of friends we are, not like there used to be. If you need something, anything, I'm the first person you can expect to step up. I hope, anyway."