I feel homesick a lot. I've made friends here, and they really are good ones, and that is nice. Sometimes we'll talk about our friends form our homes together for hours. [The faintest smile forms on his face.] That helps, but at the end of the day it doesn't bring them here.

[He sighs, smile fading away.]

Anyway, I'm sorry you don't have anyone like you. I really am. I used to think that was true for me too... I hated the feeling, it made-- [He cuts himself off and winces.] Sorry, I guess that's not helpful. Hearing that it's bad; you know it's bad.

I'm not very good at seeing the bright side of things.