For a moment, Reesa could do nothing but look at Myko. His words seemed to have gotten stuck somewhere between the part of her brain that made sense of life, and the part in charge of fight or flight. Eventually, though, she managed to echo his most glaring sentiment. “Our personal relationship?”

“Yes,” Myko said. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Reesa scrambled to collect her thoughts. “Is that how you think of us?”

“Absolutely. ...