He sighed. "It was a lot easier making friends when I was famous, had more money than god, and was a world renowned superhero." Now he had to do it like a regular, poor, ugly person did. This was so not fair. "This was easier when he left and I knew I would never see him again. I could grieve and only remember the good parts." He looked over at Gladio, trying to keep some of the emotion off his face. "There were some really good parts."

"Should we put a bucket outside to collect some of this chocolate?"