It is sort of a remarkable phenomenon. She dwells on it from time to time — how Martin has inadvertently gathered around him the most unlikely group of guardians. People that would probably not normally seek to add child care to their routine, or even associate with each other. She remembers their first "family dinner" — how strange it was for her, standing there in the kitchen with Cassandra Anderson and Rex with their unspoken vow to protect Martin from anything and everything.

Honestly, she doesn't know how it happened. She isn't sure she likes that it happened. But she does know she would kill for Martin Darkov, and it's too late to take back a sentiment like that.

"That's the fucking crux of it, isn't it," Andy responds with an exhale and another slight shrug. "I was already living my life knowing relationships are fragile and fleeting and usually not worth the damn trouble. Didn't have to change my habits much here." Except she did. When it came to Martin. "But I'm here. And you're here, so you must be making friends too."