That she didn't shove him away was a relief. Lester held onto her, reluctant to let go. His heart thumped. "I should have been a better friend to you," he admitted, soft. "In the last year, but — before then, too." He should not have kissed her at that party. Or — he should have kissed her, but he should have remembered it. Whatever there had been, Lester was not sure they would ever get it back.