"Tim, I worry you're putting weight back on. You were doing so well this time last year, when you had lost about 35 pounds. You told me how much better you were feeling, how much more pep you had, how you weren't perspiring as much. But now you're bloating back up again." ...
Then, after a big piece of blueberry pie, with some ice cream on top, I calmed down. Because, guess what! He's right! He's telling the truth! Which is why he is a good, wise, and loyal friend, which is why I need him.
By that standard, I never saw any indication that Archbishop Weakland had any friends, except the people he thought were his enemies.
I do worry whether Archbishop Dolan takes care of himself. His father died young, of a heart attack if I recall. And if what one of my commenters has said is true, some Archdiocesan staff might like to put Archbishop Dolan on a Julianne Malveaux diet plan.