*takes in that name (yes, he has a photograph of Gil-galad (smiling) (do you ever smile anymore?))* Thank you. I thought you were my best friend. You out-number him three to one.
*nods, a little jerkily, and turns to leave* *manages to snag the door handle with his thumb and pull it closed after him* *stands outside your door for a moment, feeling inexplicably empty, before he reminds himself that he has a best friend to call when he gets home*