"Heh, don't say that. I've got hundreds of pictures in boxes, you'd never get out of my room."
Another internal wince. He hadn't meant it to sound like that. On any level. He'd just spoken, trying to joke with Eileen and maybe work up a little courage to be more relaxed around her.
"No, I've been okay without...friends. And I know that sounds a little cold, but I guess... I have enough going on in my own head to keep me occupied. No, I'm not letting the pressure get to me. It was a little overwhelming, at first, when Kain said something about it... I've never thought of myself that way, you know? I'm just Henry Townshend. Or, I was. I don't even know what I am now."
The words weren't spoken with any sense of confusion or upset. More with a small almost amused sigh.