I'm not your friend, I'm just a man who knows how to feel...I'm not your friend, I'm not your lover, I'm not your family, YEAH~

I was thinking of this old conversation I had with Grant...
An emotional day, kind of a bad fucking day, ended on a romantic note, which he always hated. He was always running away from me, but then managed to pull me along with him.
Anyway, we're having a drink, and he looks up at the buildings and then gives me this sidelong glance and murmurs, "You know, you're the type to want to fly up there to see the sky better. But some one could get hurt, doing something like that, climbing onto the roof."

I hate metaphors today.
Especially since this one still applies.