Giving him a look of faux-despair, Zax set her glass down to rest it against his forehead. "Oh, you are sick, aren't you? You should have said something."

She did squeeze his fingers back, as best she could with the angle of the grip. Kunsel, no matter what else happened, was always going to be her friend. She'd stand up with him no matter what happened.

Even if it was a repeat of that time in the cafeteria and the runny oatmeal.

"All your contacts will think you've been murdered. You'll have to start from scratch."

Collecting her glass again, Zax gave him a small smile. He was always going to be welcomed here, and she was glad he knew he could come.