Hear, hear! [A toast and a shot and the glass is set firmly back on the bartop and Sparrow is pouring again.]

You let people in, that's when they stab you right in the belly. Or the chest. Not even enough time to show them your back, is there.

[Uncomfortable words: he'd let a few people in, here, and so far...well, it hadn't gone all badly. Right now, though, there are at least three people who could have him by the throat due to the trust he has put in them. And he knows he would be blind to that betrayal right up til the moment he found himself struggling for breath.]

It IS possible to make.......friends, here.