"I can't believe it's over."

I smile. "It's hardly over."

You smile back, sinking further into the couch. "Yeah, I guess you're right. We still have college." I hear you sigh and turn towards you.

"Something wrong?"

You're fidgeting. We're still wearing our gowns from graduation and you're fiddling with the cap and tassel in your hands. "It just seems so...daunting."

I turn away and absentmindedly fuss with my cap, too. " You're right. After everything we've been through, you would think preparing for the rest of our lives wouldn't seem as big as it does."

We're quiet for a while. After a long moment, I feel you press into my side. "Will we always be like this, Ami?"

You've dropped the honorific from my name. You've been doing that a lot lately, I've noticed. I wonder if you have. "Be like what, Mako-chan?"

I feel you fidget again and I look up at you. You're blushing and staring very resolutely at the cap in your hands. "I dunno," you say softly.

I decide to swallow the lump in my throat and to take a chance. I wrap my arms around yours and lean my head against your shoulder. "If nothing else, Mako, we'll always have each other as friends."

I feel the weight of your head atop of mine. Your hand seeks mine and takes it, lacing our fingers together. Your palm is warm and that simple act is the most intimate we've ever been. I squeeze your fingers and you hum, happily I note. "As much as I love the others, I like the moments when it's just us," you admit.

I squeeze your arm. "Me, too."