"You don't remember?" It's not really a question, he knows I don't. He's stalling. I shake my head. He scratches his bald head. He doesn't want to answer me, but I know he will because that's what good friends do. They give you the bad news even when you don't want to hear it. "I'm not going to get into all the details, but you kept calling her Bright Side…while you were having sex. You told her you loved her, dude."
