I figured you wouldn't mind, but I dunno if I'm into livin' with supervision like that . . . too much like bein' back with my parents again, y'know? Not that they were very strict.

[And it's a little sore still, thinking about his family. He doesn't know if they're alive. If they are, they must know he's not, if his death really was televised. It stings.

But it still doesn't mean he's craving living with an overprotective adult or anything.]

Anyway, he's still plenty prissy and he complains constantly and all, and I dunno if he really "likes" me, buuuut . . . I dunno, we're friends? He needs someone around to help him loosen up and have a good time sometimes, if you know what I mean! To be honest, that's how I used to think of you too.