[He didn't expect the guy to actually take him up on the offer, most people don't because they think he's fooling around, but he's pleasantly surprised when the guy does. They barely know each other, but isn't that the purpose of this place, to get people close like this? Molly still believes he's right when he said that he's being a very cheap whore here. Surprisingly, he doesn't mind it.

He gives that leather-covered head a pat as they settle down on the pillow (yes, it's big enough for both, he got those for this exact purpose), and sighs.]

Well, something like that. [Where does one go when they died and came back, and most of the people-friends have moved on with their lives? Hard not to feel like odd one out. Then again, he was always like that.] I do have people that care deeply about me, but they do have their own lives. I suppose I should focus on making my own. [While he still has a chance.]

Man, I wish I couldn't die. The asshole that gets revived in this body is a massive douche. [He shakes his head,] It's not that unpopular; if it would keep the menace away, I'd stay here rather than go back. [It would mean he remains alive, his friends are not sad about it, and the "I wanna make two planets collide" jerkface gets to never be revived.]