A Loss For Words

(not) Best friend

She's pretty much silent now, eight months later.

But he talks. Out of the two of them, Mia was always the talker but now it's his job and he talks and talks about everything and nothing, tells her about memories she's forgotten, about places they've traveled, about the people in her life that she no longer remembers.

And he knows he's making her happy because she smiles and her eyes are clear.

Most of the time.

Some days she'll look completely lost and confused and clueless, her eyes glassy, and no matter what he tries, she won't be able to focus. Those days, he's learned to leave her alone until she snaps out of it.

Today, though, she's pretty happy and smiling and even says his name a few times.

He's telling her about the time he eavesdropped a conversation between her and Oliva and was scared out of his mind that she had a crush on him and tried to pretend to have completely different interests than her just to make sure their friendship would be okay.

She lets out a sound that he knows is a laugh. "I was pretty stupid, you know. Why wouldn't I have wanted you to have a crush on me?" he says, smirking.

She rolls her eyes. "Best f-f-friend," she says softly.

His eyes soften. "Best friend," he repeats.