"No. Makes it more meaningful." He looked at me, eyes slightly unfocused but expression serious. "Because we didn't forget. Because you remembered this promise when you could've forgotten everything from before. Because we're still us, even though everything changed."
Fuck. Drunk Tommy was hitting emotional buttons I wasn't ready for.
"You're still my best friend," he continued. "Even made me fucking rich, you did not hand me some thousands as your sidekicks but slapped me with millions!"
"Of course I did. That's what friends do."
"No." He shook his head firmly. "That's what best friends do. Real friends. The kind you keep forever because they remember who you were and help you stay that person even when everything else changes."
I felt that tightness in my chest again—emotion I didn't have words for, gratitude and fear mixed together in ways that felt uncomfortable.
"Don't get weird on me, Tommy."
