...the more that I get close to people, the more I can tell that I'm not-- everyone likes other people more. If they had to pick, they wouldn't pick me. And it's just--

[he huffs out a humorless, almost nervous little laugh, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair in a restless gesture.]

I'm jealous as fuck of it! I mean, I'm Envy, of course I'm going to be, right? I can't... I really can't help it, even if I wanted to. But I just want to feel like someone really would pick me over everyone else, and they wouldn't. They're all going to leave me.