It's not even intended, she suspects, the words just out of his mouth because Jacob just says things like that. But she pauses where she's biting his clothes. Your best friend.

Her tail thumps like a mad thing. Best friend. Someone's best friend. She was, maybe, his, and she drops her gaze to stop the bubble in her throat to ask if he really means her, and Angel he's just being silly, it's just a word, a word people say a lot, too.

Clears her throat where she drops the clothes from her teeth to speak. "You'll see."

But with the wearing in done, she passes him the pants - black and now thoroughly worn in and ripped up. "Sounds good."