At university the following Monday, Bryan was aware that the other students were being overly nice to him. Kid gloves. Eggshells. Initially he found their displays of kindness merely bizarre, but as the day wore on their sympathetic smiles and polite enquiries as to his general well-being were grating on him.
When he passed John on the way to his final lecture and heard his old friend say, “Hey Bryan. Are you feeling okay?” Bryan told him to f**k off. Later that afternoon Jason passed by. The two regarded each other coldly. Not a word was exchanged. Only when he bumped into Francesca immediately after, did Bryan smile.
“You should have come and talked to me,” she said with a stern expression, though her words had real conviction.
Bryan nodded. “I know. But it’s a bit hard to think logic
