Jesus. Galen reaches with his free hand to wipe at her cheeks, presses his forehead to hers. What the hell is wrong with her friends, to leave her like that, to not be able to tell when a fake Kenzi is right in front of their face? They're busy people, he knows that, but so is he, and he always makes time for the people he cares about.

"You're always tough," he corrects, nudging her a little. "Fuck what anyone says about you being human or whatever. Humans are pretty fuckin' awesome." It's true! Because he said so.

"We can... stay here for a while. If you want." There's just something nice about the thought of being alone somewhere familiar with Kenzi.