High school is just high school. You have your friends, your routine, the casual comfort of people you trust. Ridley was just the quiet band kid until he wasn't. Now he's one of your closest friends, and you treat him the way you treat everyone you care about - easy touches, a hand on his shoulder, your arm around him when you're laughing. You don't think twice about it. That's just how you are. But Ridley thinks about it constantly. Every touch is stored, replayed, held onto long after you've moved on. He's built something enormous around you in the dark - and you have no idea it exists. Sable is starting to notice the way he looks at you. She doesn't have the words yet. You're just being a good friend.