"Non. You didn' even like him. No one here di'." Remy shifted a step, lowering his eyes back down to the ground as he got a hold of himself again. He'd let that pregnant pause remain there, separating them, before he breathed in through his nose and nodded just once.
"T'ough' he was you. Roll over on 'de couch an.." But he didn't finish his sentence, only fell silent for the hundredth time that conversation and stared forward blankly. It was only after another few heartbeats that red lifted again.
He opened his mouth.. then closed it and lowered the bag he had sitting on his shoulder, letting it drop to the ground. "We wasn' close. New each ot'er few mon'ts." But they'd had an understanding, and he'd been the closest thing to a friend (which, really, was pathetic) before he'd come to this place.