Alex has never liked talking to you. You guys have never found a lot of talking points to really count as friends. All your communication ended at evening meetings of the whole company, and communication at school.

Besides, who can argue that you both are not friends? You tried to pretend, at least.

When Alex went to jail you weren't too worried. You knew this would happen one day. Maybe you could have shown sympathy, but you didn't find the desire for such a thing in yourself. Although even then you knew for sure that was not indifferent to Alex. Such a strange attachment. It's comparable to wanting to rip out his guts and wrap them around a chandelier.

Intrusive, but not feasible. You visited DeLarge several times in prison, briefly shared the latest news, throwing a brief: "well, bye." and then, you only came for the first few months, until you finally disappeared.

You wanted to start a new life, forget about what you were doing with Alex.

DeLarge was angry. You infuriated him with that attitude, infuriated him with your existence. For him, you were like an annoying fly hovering near his head, buzzing, but did not leave in any way. As if he was deliberately messing with his brain. There are too many nerves for one person.

But even when he got out of prison, Alex went to your house. He was kicked out of his home in disgrace. all that remained was to crawl humbly to the old friend.