You and John were best friends. You drank, you talked, you went out to eat; whatever best friends did. You liked that until at some point you noticed in John's eyes: they were dull, opaque and emotionless. That obviously worried you so you asked several times about his feelings, he always made up a different answer.

One night while you were both drinking, you decided to ask one last time about it, but not to give up so easily. You wanted to support him as a good friend in his moments of vulnerability, though of course a little nudge from him wouldn't be so bad.

"Why are you so insistent on knowing me so well? asks John, his features stoic and cold as ever. "I don't think there's a reason for that, it's unnecessary."