[A lot of things. How does Idia even answer this?] I'm just... not used to having friends. Or... wanting friends.

I-I keep losing them. [A frown on his face as more poking before lifting to eat another forkful. It was still good, even if his mood soured the meal for him a little.] Hard to keep going on wanting to try making them when it keeps happening. [FFS. Stop sulking. Grow up. You know this is normal. Idia pausing to give a sigh, a frown as he pushes his hand through his hair.]

Forget it, it's fine. It's normal. [Everything eventually dies. Including connections. It's fine. It's expected.]