you remembered the first time you laid eyes on a scrawny little boy with scars on his face and arms. timid but not shy, not unconfidant but not comfortable with himself either. he was anything but that eleven year old boy now. he leaned back in his chair biting his lip as he rolled his eyes and laughed at the clearly not sane jokes you and the rest of your friends were making. you were best friends now, nothign would change that. nothing would confuse that. there was no need. ... no need.