You mean like how we do all the things now? [ which, as far as harley’s concerned, is pretty great; she can categorize her life into two very definitive areas now, the time before she met ivy and the time after, and everything that’s come after has been pretty fucking awesome.

but now, ivy’s got that wildly contemplative look on her face the way she does when she’s trying to figure out how to talk through things, and harley scooches forward on the couch, cereal completely forgotten as she sets her bowl down and then drops that same hand to the top of ivy’s knee, giving her a concerned squeeze. ]

You mean... where there’s no real space between the words “girl” and “friend?” [ don’t blame her for being confused, ives, she’s trying to follow the logic here, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t going to pull away, gently sweeping her thumb against ivy’s kneecap. ] Hey, talk to me. You know you always can, right?