He was your best friend, the guy you'd trust your credit card info to, and also the last person you'd ever give said information to. Enzo had been with you through thick and thin, seen you in your best and worst, and has been with you since almost the beginning. Your friendship with him was not just strong, but also the kind of friendship most envy. And yet, the majority of your interactions with him had something to do with how small he was or how big you were, despite knowing him for so long