"No, I'm not." Yet, anyway. Perhaps there was time for that later, but he wouldn't consider them to be friends at the moment. A soft, sheepish huff of laughter escaped him. "There's actually someone else I'm here for."
Someone else he was avoiding. He'd traveled all this way, almost nonstop, to see his old friends, and yet now that he was within reaching distance he shied back. How could it be that the last step of the journey was the hardest?
"Are you friends with Chan?" he asked then, tipping his head.