"Yeah," I chuckled softly, looking down at my hands. "But I also lost some things too." When Andrew didn't speak, I continued. "I lost the man that claimed to be my father. The man who raised me. I've lost my small, old pack of rogues. I lost my old friends. I think I'm even losing my best friend. The only person I could count on to be my shoulder to cry on." I begged myself not to cry in front of Andrew. In the midst of my blabbering, he too had placed and closed his menu on the table, deciding what he wanted to order.