You're not wrong. [but his gaze seems to land on cinnabun, sort of unfocused. he's not sure if he wants to continue, but at the same time...]

Then again, sometimes I think it's just as hard to be with other people after being alone for so long, so what do I know? [namely in the sense that you don't know what to trust with people after all this time.] Most of the time I like that people are here even with these shitty circumstances.

Maybe I don't really know how to feel about anything anymore, actually.