Is this what making a friend was like? Having them listening to you while you blathered on about what was getting you down? Bela knew that there wasn't a manual on how to build up a friendship, but she didn’t actively seek out things like that back home because there didn’t seem to be a point. People could betray you. She was also living on borrowed time so setting down roots for herself did not seem necessary.

And yet, here she was. Funny how it seemed to be turning out for her in this goddamn place.

"Yes. We were." The corner of her mouth crooked up in a small smile, accepting the nudge from him. A strange form of comfort, but at least he was doing his best to acknowledge how she was feeling right now. Bela bumped her shoulder against his in a playful manner, surprising herself. "That was fun. Not the hangover the next morning, but the drinking vodka was fine."

The smile widened by just a fraction.

"I'd be up for doing it again sometime."