[ She misses him deeply. He was something between a dog and a very quiet roommate, oddly intelligent in ways that she'd just been starting to quantify. But it's nice to see this again. She doesn't think about it very much, out of a fear of making his loss harder, but talking about him with someone else does make the knot in her stomach lessen slightly. ]

You're right. [ Ellever laughs quietly. ] Maybe the requirements of a true friend are being a pain in the butt at least some of the time.

[ Tellingly, however, she has to think about his next question. ]

...Fuzz is one of the more unique friends I have. But if you pick up a memory with a big ol' creature in it, housed inside of that same warehouse you saw, it's probably mine.