[ If she knew - how little he's had in the way of friendships, himself, that he'd been ready to latch onto Buddy and consider him a friend, before everything happened. Before he remembered that he worked with criminals, back home, murderers, and the blood on their hands had transferred to his. If only she knew how lonely he'd been, because alone was easier than constantly lying, until he'd met Debbie. If only she saw how much of a loser he actually was, an uncool kid with a cool hobby, that didn't get girlfriends or friends or invited to parties when he was still in school. The weirdo loner with his dead parents and his deaf foster dad and his habit to listen to music all the time, even in class, on outdated iPods.

Not really any kind of grade-A boyfriend material. ]

I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me anymore. That you wouldn't want to be friends with me.

[ He gives the omelette a look. Cold eggs are the worst, and so when he looks back at Kimberly, he smiles, nodding. ]

Sure am in for pancakes.