“You’re a good friend, Riley. You can tell me any—”

“—You’re my best friend, Lex!” she cries, craning down and gripping me tighter, “And your gonna be okay — okay?”

“I guess so, yeah,” I reply to her backside, “As long as I have your help, I’ll be okay.”

“Yes! I’ll teach you everything,” she says, smiling in earnest.

“I could use a hand figuring out a few things — like finding my clothes,” I say, “Maybe something like I used to wear in college?”

The teary woman rises off me and nods, “Let’s clean up here first, okay?”