[ He gives another grateful look, then stares into his liquor glass and shakes his head. When another small burst of weeping overtakes him it's more contained, just tears and shaking shoulders without the wailing and shrieking that he might normally be prone to. ]

I feel like I'm always lonely. After he-- it wasn't that I never saw other people, but it wasn't ever the same. [ He wonders if that sounds pathetic, but at the moment he doesn't really care. Too upset, too drunk, whatever. ] Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you, I-- I think I made a mistake, when I told him... s-something, but I didn't want him finding out from anyone else. I'm such an idiot.