[A slight push. His hand pulls away, hiding beneath his arm when he realises he cannot move the man. What is the point in fighting? Does he care? Did he ever?]

Nonsense! You were happy to turn me out of your life whenever you pleased - as much as you could deign to include me within it.

[With a pat on the shoulder and a guiding hand. Treating him like a child.]

Your concern was always elsewhere. What else am I to think? You could never bother to even throw a few crumbs?