"You say that like anyone would." It's not that Stan isn't aware he's always had shitty friends. It's more that good friends who have your back even about little things like dinner? They've always been kind of a pipe dream. Collette might not think its a big deal, but it is. It's special. He shakes his head, forgetting she can't see him. And then his arms are around her, chin over her shoulder from behind. There's a metallic sound as he whacks his knee on her spokes, or whatever they call them when they're on those type of wheels. But it doesn't discourage him from breathing the scent of cranberry against her collarbone and giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Next time I'll ask."