Nora shakes her head at me while fighting a smile. “For the record, I’d prefer to fight my own battles. But also—” she looks down, presses her tongue into her cheek, and then glances up again—“Thank you. It’s…kind of nice to have someone looking out for me.” “Always,” I say, because I mean it. Even when I was at my angriest with her, I still would have stepped in front of a bus for her.
