" It was an embrace that spoke of history, of deep affection, the kind of genuine embrace he'd missed in this year of wandering, and before it in the small city where he'd been living and knew almost no one. Wasn't that the cost, above all, of his habitual dissatisfaction--of having no deeper continuous history with anyone beyond his bitterly divorced parents, and one culinary school friend who'd kept him on her group emails?
With envy, he watched Lena stop again to speak to a couple by the door. "

― Idra Novey , Those Who Knew