[He frowns over that for a moment. Friends, huh? Did she mention the friend thing last time? Well, regardless, it’s a good thing he’s hearing this sober.]

I don’t know, if you really wanna be my friend maybe you ought to lower your expectations.

[A moment later his brain, already working over the last time they talked to try and figure where she’s coming from, gives him what might be an explanation. It’s weird, but fuck, what does he know about the motives of centaurs?]

You don’t have to be friends with me to hang out with my dog, if that’s what this is about. You can just - I don’t know, visit him.