"I'm..." He floundered, still awkward, angry at himself for not having managed to learn to communicate better. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't make that kind of assumption. My bad. ... I'm just.. everything feels like it's rolling downhill all the sudden and I'm just...."

Scared. Stressed. Afraid of everything he could loose, would loose, might loose.

"Seriously I'm a shitty friend. Don't know how you put up with me."

Carneli