Page 863 of End Game

Dex claims he isn’t crying while visibly crying.

Micah reminds him that nobody accused him of it.

Griffin keeps one arm around Cami and lets her stay there as long as she wants.

Eventually, she sits up.

Her mascara is smudged, and she looks across the worn character sheets spread over the table.

“How long were you guys playing this before I moved in?”

I consider the answer.

“A long time.”

Griffin nods. “Yeah.”

“Like… this campaign?”

“This campaign,” I confirm.

Her eyes move over the papers.

“You guys were doing all this before me.”

Dex gives her a small smile. “We had lives before you, Dollface.”

“Rude.”

“They were significantly less entertaining.”

Micah leans back. “He’s not wrong.”

Cami traces the edge of her character sheet with one finger.

“I remember standing right there.”

She points toward the side of the room.

“You guys had minis all over the table.”

Griffin smiles. “You called us super nerds.”

“You are super nerds.”

“You joined.”

“I contain multitudes.”

That makes me laugh.

She smiles too, but her expression softens again a few seconds later.

“This was the first thing you guys let me be part of.”

Nobody responds immediately.

She looks almost embarrassed by the silence.