It's not like we can't still be friends. [he glances up at the "sky", also avoiding looking at Axel. he didn't want it to come to this, but -- part of him thinks maybe familiarity breeds contempt, maybe Axel will treat him differently if he's not underfoot all the time. maybe the only way to get that idyllic time back is to make Axel see him differently so that Axel treats him differently]
But I can't help but feel like living here is helping you feel like I'm your responsibility. And I'm not.