[Despite everything, he was afraid there would come a point that he'd no longer be able to take comfort in mortal company. Maybe that point was now, maybe not. He just...as much as he berated them, it was also out of a sense of...loss. As if a random mortal person was offending him by their mere existence because they had the potential of him liking them, and then feeling their loss when they inevitably died.

But...he didn't want to have to just hang out with all immortals, either.]

You guys have to promise not to be boring.

[It's a joke, because he does feel alone, and doesn't want to say how scary it feels.]