"...when you lose somebody, even if you become happy again, you...nothing will replace them. Nothing can. I have the Baskervilles now, but it's not like the Sinclairs don't matter to me anymore."
He doesn't pull away when she mucks in his hair, but he still won't turn back to her. What he's trying to say is that he could have all the friends in the world all gathered around him right now, and because none of them would be Glen, none of them would ease that particular ache. He still pines for the Sinclairs, too, even now. That hasn't gone away. It's just that he's grown so accustomed to carrying that pain that it doesn't really get in his way anymore.
"You just said it yourself. That -- I'm not that Kevin, and he's not me," he adds. "If that's true, then, if something happened to him, my company wouldn't make it any better for you. It would just mean there was more than one unhappy person in the same place."
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He doesn't pull away when she mucks in his hair, but he still won't turn back to her. What he's trying to say is that he could have all the friends in the world all gathered around him right now, and because none of them would be Glen, none of them would ease that particular ache. He still pines for the Sinclairs, too, even now. That hasn't gone away. It's just that he's grown so accustomed to carrying that pain that it doesn't really get in his way anymore.
"You just said it yourself. That -- I'm not that Kevin, and he's not me," he adds. "If that's true, then, if something happened to him, my company wouldn't make it any better for you. It would just mean there was more than one unhappy person in the same place."