[The silence makes him think of distance; of being abandoned and denied, rejected and cast aside. His pride demands he say nothing but his desire for a friend has him demanding everything - from attention to affection. He considers apologising but what might he say? There is no desire to make platitudes for his crimes.]
It is beautiful up here. I will be sorry to step inside.
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It is beautiful up here. I will be sorry to step inside.
[Perhaps the beauty is in the company he keeps.]