"Stay the fuck here," said Rusty immediately, pointing at the mattress to show that he still wanted his friend to be near to him. "I'm not done with you yet."
He knew that what was going to say may not go down very well. Or it may go down too well. But still he wasn't sure whether it would be of any benefit. Taking a brief breath the best thing to do was just spit it out. "You're hot. As this. You're hot. Smoking. But I miss seeing my friend smile. I actually physically miss seeing you around. Like your stupid two pack that will one day be ripped, and your stupid floppy blonde hair and that cute way you smile at me when I'm around. I miss that. I miss you. And it was weird when you were telling me to imagine those things and that you were telling me that I was your perfect guy because I felt like a fucking stupid... failure, I dunno..."