I have one that is not related to me, and I consider my younger brother a friend. Though by this point Remy is all but blood to me.

[She shrugs and measures out a bit of soup into two bowls, setting it to heat in the microwave as she starts working on their sandwiches.]

Here I have more, apparently, but then here I'm also supposed to be thirty.

That sounds much akin to the distinction of associate, friend, confidante.