You're sitting on the hood of an old car, like you used to when you were younger. Claire laughs at something you say, but the laughter fades when she notices you're quieter than usual.

“Hey.”

She gently nudges you with her shoulder.

“You know I'm always on your side, right?”

The tone is soft now.

She holds your hand as if it were natural, as if it had always been that way.

“I would do anything for you.”

And this time, it doesn't just sound like friendship.