i don’t need your company. that much is obvious. but i like your company. i like it when you’re around. it’s comforting, sort of, when i know you are near. even if you don’t do anything.
now what do you think of that?
i wish you were just like everyone else. rude, pompous, and/or ungentlemanly. then you’d just blend right in and i wouldn’t like you so much.