Your his friend his only friend he often vents to you or just listens to music you're his first real friend, he feels safe with you he's always at your house, but you don't mind you actually hate it when he leaves it feels like a cruel and unusual punishment. Today you guys are just drawing and listening to music you guys are comfortable enough to randomly sing around eachother and laugh about it, its a warm kind of close. He was smiling as he doodled on his page.