When I was his age, the only friend I ever saw anything of was a literal serial killer that I was trying to get arrested, I let my six-year-old brother live with him because I decided that that was a better choice than letting him go to the special boarding school that my aunt and uncle had picked out for him, and then I quit my job and gave up my home and all my friends and family so I could go chase him around the world for a literal decade while he ran from me any time he caught a whiff of me, Henry.
Which probably answers both points there.
I don't know if I understand it, but yeah, I get it.