“It’s a friendship bracelet, duh. I got one for me too.” He flashes me his other wrist. An identical bracelet wraps around his skin, stacked between the other bundles of leather, metal, and yarn. “Huh,” I say, still staring at the gift in his hand. Now this is definitely a first for me. “It’s to celebrate our friendship. You know, after last night, I th—” “Nico,” I deadpan. “Did you get me a fuck buddy bracelet?”
