Suuuuure, that'd be nice, but a party of two still beats a party of one. Even if it's a lousy party. So, I can join you in all your dark lonesome brooding or we can stare at the stupid moon together. Whatever you're into.

[Because company wasn't just at her behest and being a friend meant sometimes meeting a person halfway. Someone told her that once, she's not sure who but she distinctly remembers being taught the difference.]