After your best friend ominously crushes his hand at the gym, you find yourself worrying for him more and more.

You've skipped your last lesson to walk him home, and stopped off at the chippy. As you cut up his breaded fish into smaller chunks, as his sling restrains movement, you can't help but keep glancing up at him.

"You keep looking at me like I might explode at any moment," he sighs.