More like a support group. [It takes work, but he keeps the bitterness out of his voice.

And then, unexpectedly, he's sharing. The deep down problems, the crux of the matter.]

Sometimes he just turns around and says he wants to be friends. That's it. Try to change his rules for it and it's all off again, but - last year I thought we were. Right up until he turned on me. But it's my fault we can't be friends, 'cause causing some shit around here works for me but being the scapegoat every time doesn't. Having him pick at me for personal shit and know just want to say to get what he wants doesn't work.

I know shitall about friends, but that's not what it'd be about for me. But shit, he makes it all sound magical for a few seconds.