He had no way of knowing just about anything right now. Which is a lousy situation to be in and he hates feeling so out of touch - but it beats being frozen in carbonite. Just about anything does.

"I don't know." He says with a shrug. Then he opens those eyes that don't seem to be focused on anything. "I ain't the type that's ever had a lot of friends."

There's the thought that perhaps his friends aren't as loyal to him as he thought they were. He's also, very obviously, misinterpreted the fondness Sara has for him. "Whatever the case, I don't want you to just dump me somewhere and take off, unless you gotta."