"I won't force you back," Ava says softly, because it seems he hadn't gone far at all. "But it might be nice to at least try to be a group again. I know I messed that up."

She turns the pinecone over again, hates that it feels real enough but just... doesn't quite. It's hard to ignore the fakeness of everything now that she's aware of it. "It's not like I think any of you are creeps."