"There's nothing wrong with being picky," she tried to reassure. She heard the lighter tone but Lou was going to be tenacious. This seemed important to him; she'd keep it serious. "There's nothing wrong with knowing what you do or don't want. Sometimes things don't work out and it's no one's fault. Doesn't stop it from hurting, but it does leave room to heal." She hoped.
"None of my business, but you do deserve to be cared about by someone who knows you and where it isn't all just physical - not that there's anything wrong with it being physical too." Little as she knew about relationships, Lou was fairly certain that component was still important. "But not everyone talks about who they are in words." She shrugged, trying to shake off feeling like she was giving away too much information on how her mind worked but she had no one else she could safely form a comparison with. At least it wouldn't be awkward since she safely had him cataloged as a friend, apparently unlike Justice. "For example, I feed people. I don't... I don't do so well at the words. Or thoughts or any of that stuff. But if someone's my friend, I feed them. I try to figure out what kind of stuff they like and what they don't. I'm not saying that friendships need the same foundations as relationships, just - are you sure you're listening in the language they're speaking?"
This was probably the most unsolicited advice she'd ever given. Lou was going out on a limb. She didn't know the details or much at all about healthy relationships. But she did know about people who hurt in ways they didn't always explain in words.