He says, "But it is really whatever, you know? You've saved me way more times. And we call ourselves friends."

It doesn't matter what we call ourselves, really. "You already saved me," I say.

"That was nothing."

"I'm not talking about the cave."

He wrinkles his nose.

"That first day," I say, "When you got up on the rocks to flirt with a human boy."

He smiles big, with all his ground-down teeth shining.

Autore: Hannah Moskowitz