"Don't look all sad. You don't gotta try to do anything for me. You already give me what I want. That's fair. I'd count on you to get my back. You cook me food. You listen to my bitchin'. You laugh at my dumbass jokes."

He gestures between them. "And I didn't cry for you, but my knuckles did bleed for ya. So what we got is real important to me. Don't go knockin' it. You dragged me out of a pit I didn't even know I was in and you showed me a bunch of shit I never woulda understood otherwise."

And here he is, vomiting feelings at him more than he would most other people. "I don't want nothin' more than what you give me, an' I like it as a different kinda thing."