Rex is silent for a moment, mulling over that statement. Fuck it, he needs another drink. Ordering a scotch and soda-- he can afford these kinds of things now, damn it-- he starts to finish off his first drink. "Friends or nothing. Those are the only real options." He can't imagine actually attempting a relationship for a... third time now? Fourth?

As much as a part of him wants to. It's habit, he figures. The safety of something... familiar.

Familiar, but unreliable. Then again, who isn't unreliable? Everybody vanishes-- even himself, if he considers all the people he left behind on the Barge.

It's time to sulk and take another drink.