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He lowered his arms, looking discouraged. Then he let himself fall back onto his pillows to stare at the ceiling. Uncomfortable with his silence, I continued... Me: So... can you do it, or not? It would be really cool if you... Emile (in a flat voice): Dylane? Me: Yeah? Emile: Get out of here. Me: What? Emile: Get out of here, I said. Me: Well... Emile: I'm serious, I don't want to see you anymore. Me (standing up slowly): I don't know what's wrong with you today, but you're really boring. I came to ask you for a favor, and you throw me out! You're... you're nothing but an idiot! Emile (calmly): Yeah, I know... That's all I am. A real idiot. Idiot Emile, isn't that what everyone calls me anyway? I stared at him for a few seconds, not knowing what to say. He was weird. Like... like really sad. He seemed like it really affected him, which was what you might think of him. Whereas before, he'd always just not cared.