he’s lying wrapped in a sheet and he’s got a contented smile on his little face and his arms are behind his head and he sighs loudly and murmurs “we could do the friend thing.” I tip my head back and laugh because he hasn’t yet learned to keep his hands away from me. “we can’t be friends,” I snort. his eyes turn imploring and he sets his jaw stubbornly and he grumbles “we can be friends, we just can’t be alone together. ever.”