Right. Because you're not him, and he's not you. You're entirely different.

[Wanted to sound scornful, there. Can't. The bag of dog food is half empty. It's funny, but they don't smile. Maybe next time.

If he doesn't want to waste his time, he could always help them find a backing tray. As is, they do it themself, tone as flat as can be. Not a hint of emotion to their next words.]

I figured you were keeping me company, until Kid #1 comes and asks me to kill them.