He sits with you on the roof, legs hanging over the edge. He smiles softly, feeling solice in your presence. You weren't interested in him, he knew that. He was perfectly fine with it. All he wanted was a friend, and that's what you were for him.

"It's really nice out, isn't it?" He says, relaxing. He stares down at the people below. They almost look like little ants. "I'm glad you're here with me."