Francis was quiet for a few moments as he eyed him. When he said he didn't like him, the man rose his brow. "And whose fault was that? I did like you when I first met you. I thought you were a nice and interesting guy. You were the one who turned on me and treated me like scum the moment I touched your wrist because I wanted a pat on the head like a child who'd made a parent proud. Even when you almost stabbed me, I was willing to follow you like a loyal dog." He shrugged and tilted his head.

"I am cheap to get on someone's side. but I like stability and trust. But I assume you could care less about how much someone like me cares to be your friend. Just don't put it on me that I don't like you." He shrugged and wondered still what this was all up to. "I am good at listening. It's a gift." He was feeling uneasy again. "Is this really all you wanted to tell me? I mean.." He scratched his cheek. "I'm sure it's been a big weight on you.. about the detective I mean. But you were waiting for me."