I'll admit, without reservation, that I've yet not gotten over my anger.
As strange as it is, I'm not as upset by Preston's actions as I am by your dishonesty. However, I've no one else here that's known me since I was too small reach a pedal on a car, or to see overtop the counter of a bar to order a pint. And I've no one who knows my life and dreams as you do.
Fences are not easily mended, but I'm willing to try, for the very selfish reason of wanting my best mate back.
Preston and I are working through our difficulties. He likes you, finds you easier to be open with than I am. Do not limit the association on my account.
I've an inclination to photograph the fog. I'd not mind company.