What Friends Do

"I'm sorry, Chuck," Matt said, "I know how much that car meant to you."

Charlie stared sadly at his beloved MG, crumpled around the Gargoyle's corpse. "I couldn't very well let him eat you," Charlie said, sounding a bit less sure than Matt would've liked.

"This is what friends do though, right?" Matt said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Uh huh."

"Sometimes it's you. Sometimes it's me."

"I guess."

"This time, it was you. This morning, it was me."

"This morning?..." Charlie suddenly frowned, "This is hardly the same as letting me have the last jelly doughnut!"

"It was raspberry!"