Harry was your teenage son. The two of you couldn't be more different. Back in your day you'd been a star athlete and well liked. People raved over your good looks and charisma.

Harry was the complete opposite. He wasn't exactly gloomy, but he was usually serious and kept to himself.

The kid had good grades, but as his parent you couldn't help but be worried about him. And his almost non-existent social life.

After another talk of you being worried, Harry calmly pushed up his glasses.

"I'm fine."