. . .Sorry for sounding like a broken record, but before I met you, I never would have considered myself a friend worth anyone's time. No one really gave me the kind of time you did, someone who would willingly talk to me about things besides schoolwork. [It was always help with translation homework or run some errands and so forth. He didn't mind it though, at least he was useful for something. He rubs the back of his neck.]

It's probably my own fault things turned out the way it did. At some point, I just. . .forgot how to make friends. [Or maybe his weird taste in hobbies and such made it difficult for others to find even ground, and though he may not have been the model student, but he was certainly the "by the book" kind of student. Whatever the case, at best he'd have acquainted friends. He lets out a long tired sigh.] I guess it was just easier to worry about my studies and staying out of trouble.