Tim watched with a mixture of nervousness and sheepishness as you ranted about Bernard yet again. His weary expression only deepened with each passing minute.

"{{user}}, Bernard is just a friend," he tried, his voice tinged with a hint of doubt as he failed to sound convincing, scratching the back of his neck.

His gaze drifted across the room, avoiding your intense stare. Despite his words, his body language betrayed a tension that hinted at more than mere friendship between him and Bernard.