"Come here, Ranger Rick," Maya said, quietly, "I mean, Lucas."
Intrigued, he approached the bed, "You haven't signed my cast yet."
"I figured you'd want to save room for your friends," he shrugged noncommittally.
"Don't say that," she frowned, "You know we're- friends."
"You can't even say it!" he laughed in spite of himself. "Look, I get it. Just because you're friends with Riley and Farkle and I'm friends with Riley and Farkle, doesn't mean we need to be friends too. I hear ya loud and clear, I'll stop trying!"
"Don't be like that," she huffed again. Apparently only Maya was allowed to be grouchy; she must have a monopoly on bad attitudes or something.
"Listen, you're in the hospital, and I don't want to make things worse, okay?" he said, more gently, "I don't want to fight with you, that's silly. When Riley get's back, I'll go home, and then things can just go back to the way they were."
"No, they can't," Maya replied. He didn't understand, so he didn't answer, and she explained, "Not after what happened in the ambulance."