He wanted to be around someone. Anyone would do but in the end he knew there was no point to it at all. The only way for him to gain what he so rightfully craved would be to give something in return. Love can never be achieved without some great sacrifice. But what had he to give other then despair?  

   So he remained in the shadows that failed to comfort him. It’s cool embrace not enough to sedate his hunger for companionship. It was maddening but no one cared enough to see it. Nobody saw how the loneliness of his heart was festering into something greater which he could not contain. Not even Thor had paid him any attention.

   So he lied. He lied about his feelings to help himself cope with his deadening heart. But the greatest lie he ever told was to himself. That someone like him could ever be loved when he was such a flawed creature…

My feelings are killing me.