"Teenagers," he says almost gravely, like that's supposed to explain everything. (In his case, it very nearly does. They're just a bunch of kids that tend to get their noses into everything they shouldn't and one of these days, it's going to come around to bite them in the ass. More than it already has.)

They aren't exactly friends, anyway. He likes to think that he isn't missing anything vital. He's used to being on his own - the cliched lone wolf - and given that there's no one else here that he can possibly relate to, find some sort of solace in, it doesn't really matter.