"We are friends, right?" Ron softly asked, "At least, that's what I believe."
Andre lifted his head, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes: "Of course, I think so too."
"Then, if there's anything bothering you, feel free to talk about it." Ron's tone was calm and sincere:
"I can't say for sure that I can help, but at least I can listen. Sometimes, saying out loud some terrible things can make you feel much better."
Andre sighed again, put down the teacup, clasped his hands together, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
"I don't know where to start..." he finally spoke, with a rare trace of vulnerability in his voice: "This matter... it's too complicated."
Ron patiently waited, not rushing him. He knew that in moments like this, the best comfort was to give the other person enough time.
"Do you remember last month when we were chatting idly, you mentioned Trish, and my reaction was a bit unusual?" Andre finally spoke again.
