“You’re doing fine.” Sam considered this statement, versus Colby’s self-deprecation, and added, “I like you, you know that, right? As a friend. I like being your friend.”
And those famous movie-star eyes became astonished, as if they’d never heard those words before. “I…thank you? And of course the same to you. Is this how people make friends? Well, possibly not; I imagine in most cases there’re fewer anxiety attacks. And perhaps fewer plates of fruit. Thank you for that, by the way. I do eat; Jason thinks it’s not enough. I really am talking too much now, but you’re easy to talk to. Is that an odd thing to tell someone? Oh, dear, you see what I mean about the lines and the talking.”
“Hey, I like compliments,” Sam told him, grinning. “And, hey, no one’s perfect. I like kiwi fruit, and Le
