You were my only friend and you still are the first I had. Making friends, getting close to others; it isn't a matter of choices. It isn't... picking out an outfit, deciding on something to use for yourself. This is about people, Booker. Not objects. You can have more than one and you're meant to look out for them, to keep them close. Not to find newer ones and abandon the old.

[ She looks at him now with a subtle sadness; there's clearly a lot going on behind that ambiguous mask that he's trying to keep from her. From himself, even. ]

Don't make this into something painful. No matter what you said, or I said; it doesn't need to be like that.