Y'know, I don't mind, so much. Remembering. With you. Like...like it doesn't drive me up the wall to think of our good times. Not as much as, like, everything else. It's...nice to remember you as a friend.

Think you'll be lonely in there? I'd say you're welcome to bunk with me, but that'd be a tight fit.

[He looks like he's trying really hard not to say something else in response to tight fits.]