companion

While on the hill, I had persuaded my walking companion to film some of the drama on his phone.

In the seventeenth century, Thomas Hobbes pegged laughter as the companion of scorn.

Her traveling companion, a woman named Caroline, looked in her hair to find she had lice, she said.

And “Tell It Anyway,” the first in a series of companion performances, is so much an experience of sounds and spoken words that you could close your eyes and still get most of it.

My ride companion, The Times’ senior editor for video Mark Potts, remarked that it felt like going up to heaven.