[He smiles and that twist in their stomach eases. It's all okay here. It's okay. Their own smile in turn is...warmer, for it, even as they turn to lead the way.

Of course he's still thinking of October.]

That's what best friends do, is it not? They come when they're called.

...Doesn't mean you won't be a rotten egg, if I reach the cliffs first.

[ :) ]