[He shakes his head without hesitation, his expression somber. The closest thing he has to a ‘someone else’ is already here, and there is such discrepancy in their experiences and what they each remember that even if it weren’t for the very complex issues that weigh on their close friendship, this would be neither the time nor the place for the pair of them— and will not be, with their separate lives having developed the way they have.]

That is not something anyone need worry about.

[He’s never made much time for relationships in the past, in truth.]

While friends or perhaps even foes may arrive, there is no one who is significant in that way.