"I need to talk to you" he was strident and agitated.

    "I'm busy" I told him.

    "I need you," he said.

    No you don't need me. I'm the only one left. I'm your default option. You don't need me.

    "And I don't want your arguments about people essentially not needing anyone else."

    I bit my lower lip.

    "I'm coming over," I said.