Fox's Glade saying fuck your name

Would he consider Evien a friend? Could someone like himself even have friends at all?
He was, decidedly, unknowable. He lets the truth pass like a too-big pill through a dry swallow and shutters his eyes. Yeah, I do. And it seems you do too.
Evien hadn't mentioned meeting another boy nearby the Valley. He weighs two things in his mind: jealousy and the much more pragmatic notion of recruitment. Combine the neurotic and the practical and you more or less got Taylor Fields, wretched survivalist.
If you're gonna join just for him, Taylor rolls his sleeves up, at least prove you can fight. He's detached himself from the situation long ago. His actual self is hiding under a nuclear bunker, contemplating. 
He isn't surprised. Evien, he was pretty but substantial and most of all practical. He often feels he doesn't deserve to stand next to the smaller boy. He shakes his head, forces himself to believe that this was recruitment— nothing more.