[Ah, of course.]

…Yeah. [He is, so desperately. It comes through the way his voice gets a little quieter.] I’d like that.

[He leans back, picking at a strawberry.]

…I used to have a roommate, but she’s gone now. So you don’t have to worry about dropping in on anything - it’s just me here now.

[He tries to sound jovial, casual, but those words feel so damning to say. It’s just him.]