Lydia smiled and shook her head, dimples cutting into her cheeks with her amusement. "Perfect, I'll leave it to you to keep me posted, then," she said. "And that birthday I'll definitely be twenty, so...that's kind of a big one, right? Not a milestone like twenty-one, but still," she pointed out.

She supposed it wasn't really fair to compare Dick's friends and family to Allison, if only because she assumed that his loved ones were still alive. Allison had not been. She could still hear herself screaming Allison's name; feeling Allison die, like a part of herself had been torn out never to be returned. She'd taken Allison's disappearance here with a numb distance because she'd mourned her best friend's death once. She wasn't going to allow herself to do it again in a place where it would make her that much more vulnerable.

At Dick's response, Lydia gave him a small smile and a nod. "I know what you mean. Allison was my best friend. ...she died. Back home. She died trying to save me. I still feel like that was my fault, sometimes," she said, clearing her throat to keep from letting her voice break. "...all the time, actually..." She paused and gave a little shrug, as if to convince herself that it didn't hurt anymore, even though it still did and it probably always would. "Anyway, I don't think it's a bad thing. I think you'd be able to tell, you know? If your friend was cool or not, I mean."