"Fuck no, dude," she said once they were out of earshot of everyone. It still felt so weird, being emotionally honest with people—least of all people, she had to constantly remind herself, who were so much younger than her and had so much other crap going on in their lives. She needed to get her entire all of her together and stop leaning on people with their own everything.

"I remember trying to kill you, Astin fell off the app, and two people died. Hell no I'm not doing okay." It was. It felt wrong, being like this. Putting everything on the table. But Lillian probably deserved to know, right? Robot solidarity or whatever. Or just close friends. At least Anna's face was sticking to frustration instead of despair.