“I’m only kidding. Those are just his favorites,” Cyrus explained. “But there are plenty. I doubt he’d even notice someone else was also eating them.” Letting out a sigh of relief, I gave Cyrus’s arm a playful shove the way I would one of my brothers. Realizing my mistake, I immediately took a step back. “I’m so sorry,” I began, already I had let myself become too comfortable with him. “Don’t be, I’m glad you feel like you’ve got a friend here. I’m sure this is already hard enough for you,” he said, understanding flashing across his face.
