A/N: Prompt 005 | Friends, for lover100 on livejournal. Please enjoy!
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Definitions
He called me his friend.
I have some vague memory of what that means. It's been a long time since I've seen or spoken to anyone, let alone been accepted by them. And I'm not just a partner or a companion. More than that. Much more than that. I'm a friend.
I like that word. It pleases me to no end to say it over and over again in my head. He smiles at me as he says it.
"Of course I want you to stay here. You're my friend." Stay. Here. In his mind. I suppose if he chose he could ignore me. Lock me away. After all, we're in his body. If he became strong enough, he could block me from reading his thoughts or speaking to him or even really being a prominent presence in his mind.
But instead he accepts me. Completely. And not just as our situation demands, but as a friend. A true, real friend.
"Friend?" I ask.
"Yes. You do know what that means, right?" he asks jokingly. I nod. "Good. I'm not Tea. I'm no good with these friendship speeches."
He doesn't need to be. He just says that word, calls me his friend, and I know he means it. I know what it means and why it's important.
And I couldn't be happier with our definition.