[ He considers that, in his somewhat inebriated state. It makes sense. Not that it wouldn't sober, but we're not totally sober right now, are we? ]

I don't think I knew Neil. This other Harry sounds like a total non-credit to our name though. Not to harp on your old boyfriends, or, you know, insinuate that there aren't like, a fucking billion of us.

[ The last comment though, he finds that sort of sad. He totally gets it, but he can understand something and find it sad at the same time, surprisingly enough. ]

I don't know, I think people are sort of supposed to need other people. Otherwise, why would there be so many of us?