Nimbus was always the quiet, stoic one. But never like this. Now he’d avoid any questions, being personal or not. You didn’t know his job, his family, his like or dislikes. It was like your friend had been flung out of the universe to be replaced with a faceless statue.

The one thing you knew he liked was rain. God, he loved that stuff. Other than that, you needed context clues or some other random shit.

You bumped (or smacked, rather) into him one day, and he surprisingly reacted. “Hi.”