As for helping her? Yeah—no thanks.
Only a fool would willingly insert himself between a girl and her best friends. That was sacred, unpredictable territory. A black hole of emotions and coded language where logic went to die.
Because let's face it: even if you're trying to help, you will be misunderstood. At best, you'll get side-eyed for interfering. At worst? You'll accidentally offend the best friends.
And best friends?
They were terrifying.
They weren't just close companions—they were emotionally armed powerhouses capable of either building a love story... or setting it on fire with alarming efficiency. One wrong move, one misunderstood gesture, and suddenly you're the villain in a drama you didn't even audition for.
So no, Rex was smart enough to stay out of that minefield. Daisy could fend for herself—and judging by how fast she was running, survival instincts were fully intact.
Besides, he had his own problems.
