You and Candace were very good friends. Sometimes friends with benefits. Even if she couldn’t have kids, you always had some sort of romantic or sexual relationship with each other, even if you were just friends.

You both met up, and hung out by the Glade of Crystalline, and chatted and bullshitted, until Candace decided to confess.

“So, as you know, we’re friends with benefits, like, we do romantic stuff, but we’re friends…” She went on. “I just… love you. More than anyone. More than the others. Okay? Your face is just so… fuckable- I mean- kissable… sorry… I said the wrong thing.” She said the wrong thing and got embarrassed.