It was a good thing Ben was incapable of rising to his feet at that point. He was getting frustrated, but he would have seriously regretted becoming confrontational. "Do you really not understand what I'm doing here, Brandon--why I came?"
"I made a huge mistake and I'm sorry. If you don't want to forgive me, then... fine. I can't be your doctor. I don't want to be-- I want to be your friend."
He held his breath, picking up his glasses and turning them over his hand hands before slipped them back on his face. "But... people like you and I don't do friends, do we?" his voice was low, cold, uncertain.