[... Waver wasn't sure that he felt comfortable with small talk with this man. The state Anna had been in when she returned from being dead was chilling. He had never imagined that she was so fragile, and he swore to himself in those moments to never give her reason to seem so hollow again. However, a crucial part of that would come from understanding what had driven her to that state... And part of it meant understanding this man.]

Not sure. I went to bed with my better half, but woke up out here. Its probably a test...

[He glanced over his shoulder briefly. ]

Or, an opportunity.

This is Cloverfield's month, and he's lonely. Maybe you weren't far off about 'the power of friendship'.