She knew he was there before he knocked. He had been for a couple of minutes, but she kept her head down with her mind buzzing over what to say. Cooper was... Cooper and not talking to him for the past two days had driven her insane. He was her anchor into normality and without him she just floated around craziness all day. She had never known before then how much she actually depended on her best friend and it scared her. It really really scared her. Talking to him was both what she most wanted and what she most dreaded.

He cleared his voice before he spoke, "I know about ...uh, I know." He nodded for added effect.

She wasn't sure at that point if she was relieved or if her heart dropped just a little. He knew her dark and horrible and embarrassing secret and he was here. He was being Cooper and she loved him for it. But as a psychologist she knew that at the most noteworthy times, dreams usually didn't mean nothing.

"You do?" She finally looked up at him. He was standing awkwardly at the foot of her couch and he looked so unsure that she wanted to hug him. But she couldn't because she didn't know where she was with him anymore. She tried to imagine how she would feel if the situation was reversed and she realised it wouldn't have to this because Cooper would have probably told her about it the day after and they would've laughed about it. Except she couldn't laugh about this, and she didn't think she wanted to.

"Yeah...I just kinda wish you'd told me." He said.

She nodded, "I know. I'm sorry. I just... I wasn't sure what you'd think. I wasn't sure what I thought so-" She rambled until he cut her off.

"Doesn't matter." He said a little hastily and she looked at him curiously. Maybe he was taking this worse than she thought. "We're still friends, right?"

She laughed and got up. They better be, she didn't know what she would do without him. "Of course." She walked over to him, and stroked his shoulder, "We'll always be friends." She smiled weakly and she wished she believed it herself. Actually, no. That she believed, it was whether that would always be enough was what was doubtful.

And that was the worst thing because she knew from experience that rejection was a bitch. From Allan, she could handle. But from Cooper, that was a totally different story. One that she didn't even want to read.

He smiled at that, and she was glad she was able to make him feel better because she couldn't say the same for herself. He put his hands around her, embracing her in a warm hug and she remembered everything she had missed the past couple of days.

When he let go, she did the same, if a little hesitantly. He looked at her and grinned, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Friend."

She laughed and nodded. He smiled a goodbye, and walked out, a little more confidently than he walked in. That's all he wanted, to make sure they were still friends.

Friends. She sat down on her couch and hugged her knees. There it was. And there was probably where it would stop. It made her heart break just a little. She lo- No. She couldn't say it. Saying it would make it real. And in this case real would hurt. Real would make it harder for her to see him every day, knowing that she could've had a dream. It would be locked up tight, and tomorrow she would sit next to him during the morning meeting and they would joke about Charlotte King's bossiness. They'd have lunch together and probably spend too much time in the kitchen instead of actually doing work. He'd tell her about some girl of the internet and she'd pretend to be disgusted. Friends. She nodded emphatically to herself and it reminded her of him and she hugged her knees a little tighter. This better work.