Well, that's not... exactly what I meant. Back home he was the closest thing I had to a friend.

[...You know, before he ditched the military and didn't bother helping him escape from prison until seven years later, whoops. That's totally how friends work!]

Here I do have friends. And there is a difference between them and... him. I can't really explain it very well.

[But he'll try!]

...When I spent time around him, I just want to make him happy. I like spending time around other people, and I wouldn't choose to only spend time with him, but I would pick him over... everyone else.

[Is he making sense? He feels like he's not making any sense.]