I don’t really have close family, and he’s the one friend to reach out to me during my depressive phases and actually care about how I’m feeling. His whole family really, they’ll ask for updates on how I’m doing and I’m sure they’d help with anything if I asked. He’s such a good guy, I’ll put up with a lot from him.
Every once in a while we’ll stumble into a really good conversation and have a blast, but yeah, most of the time it feels like forcing a conversation with my Dad or something.
Same, I think they were just introducing something they wanted to discuss but in that hyperbolic irony poisoned twitter fashion.