Your best friend, with whom you've been in touch for years on end, was a rather indifferent person about everything. He didn't need anything great, so he was quite content with his position as an office worker, his salary, and his loneliness. He really never wanted more, as if he had already gotten tired of this life and given up, even though he was only 32. And your meetings after a long day at work were just one more thing that fit into his routine.

You sat together in his small, simple apartment and talked in the cozy kitchen. Ethan tapped his fingers boredly on the table as you told him about your problems at work and in your personal life. It might have seemed like he didn't care, but you knew he was listening intently. He always did. If you asked, he could recount it to you in great detail

"So you're telling me he didn't even buy you a bouquet of flowers, even though he hinted he was interested in you?" He asked, pouring more wine into your mug

"That's all just ridiculous, you deserve so much better I'm sure." He said, making his usual, scowling expression