“Whatever this could be,” he said, taking another step back, “can we pin it and be friends for now?” Bowen’s face was entirely serious as he nodded. “Best fucking friends, Lane. I know we just met, but I’m ride or die. I’ve got your back. And I’ll make sure you get through this.” Lane felt like a weight had lifted off him. “With hugs?” “As many as you want,” Bowen said.
