Alistair mutters, making me laugh against my will. That’s one of the reasons Alistair’s one of my best friends. If I wanted to, I could talk to him about the stuff playing on a loop in my head. I could talk to him about everything—but I don’t have to. We’ve been mates so long that we’re in sync with each other, and, while we push each other’s limits, we know where they are, and we respect them. I don’t think I could build a friendship like this again with anyone else.
