I’ve been stewing and seething and anxiously thinking about many things for much of this weekend. Corrin has put up with me being lost in my own head and grumping about the apartment in turns, like a blessed saint. A few minutes ago, while we were making a hot-weather dinner of smoothies and granola, I randomly started chattering.

“I think, if there was only one thing that a person needed to know about me in order to decide once and for all what I’m like –”
“It would be ‘don’t fuck with your friends?’,” Corrin broke in.
“Yeah. But how did you –”
“You’ve been stewing about this all day. Like Percy Jackson, ‘to save a friend, you would sacrifice the world.’”

She’s the sweetest, most patient girl in the world. But I suppose loyalty like that is some kind of catch. <3