[He looks over at Scott with glassy eyes. He doesn't want Scott to be upset with Lydia. He knows that his best friend had issues with her for a long time because she'd been kind of oblivious to his presence. He's glad they're friends now; really glad. But he can't keep the words from tumbling out.]

Maybe. But she loved him.

[He looks down at the floor, scraping his teeth over his tongue absently.]

And maybe she still does. Maybe she always will. And he's -- you know, messed up and she wants to help him, and I get it. I hate it, but I get it.