Tonight I asked him how he's doing. He said he's alright. I sounded as casual as I possibly could. To my credit, throughout the whole conversation, I sounded pretty damn casual, which completely defied what I was feeling.

"I'm pretty much alright."

I casually replied, "Oh, that's good."

But I felt like screaming at him, "WHY ARE YOU ALRIGHT??"

I'm writing this here because I know he never reads this anymore.