"Lucky I stopped by, then," I murmur, lips pressed in a faint curve of a smile, something self-deprecating in my voice. I'm not good at this shit, I never was. But maybe that's the point. It's a surprise though, that Cutter doesn't know. I don't know how their friendship works, but I sorta assumed he'd be the one to tell over me.

Guess I'm supposed to be the neutral option. Whatever.

"Start tellin' people, guess it makes it more real." I lift my hand, hesitate, finally rest it cautiously on his shoulder. He's not the warm, fuzzy type. There's no fixing shit with a hug. It feels awkward, and apart from maybe a punch to the shoulder or two, I'm hard pressed to remember another time I touched him. But, I do it anyway.