[ He shifts his weight again, shoulders rigid with tension. This isn't something he does, you could practically say he doesn't even have it in his nature but damn it if he doesn't need this right now. Just one person he can rely on, one person he can talk to and like hell he's going to go to the Scoobies with this. No way. He'd rather stake himself than slink off to them with his tail between his legs.
Releasing a mock sigh, he makes a start to explain what it is he wants to have said. ]
That whole soddin' thing... that got way out of hand. Like I said, it had nothin' to do with you... things've just been a bloody mess ever since I got here an'... you were there. [ "Sorry" ]
I don't do friends. I've never done friends. Not like that.