[There's at least a thousand things he could say to that. To all of that. But he just sits down on the train and lets his posture make him small and closed off.] If our functional ability to handle friendships were the same, you'd understand why I've yet to call you as much. [His tone is mostly flat-- it's not even sharp, really. He sits back in his seat.]

I don't know any of them well enough to say with conviction, but with the way you've all fought thusfar, the choices you've made and stuck to, it seems foolish to fear their ire.