What a fool I have been!
After Watson hastily retreated to his room, I had waited for a few moments puzzling over his behavior. Once I finally, the dullard that I am, figured out something must be wrong with my flat-mate, I followed him up to his room. I was such a fool that I nearly knocked on his door to ask him what was wrong. How could I have missed the reason! My heart stopped hen I heard his sobs. "I'll never be good enough…not for dad…not for John…not for him…I fail at everything I do…I tried so hard…but he's right…I'm just an impostor…a failure…" His broken whispers chilled my marrow as I frantically tried to remember just exactly what I had said. I nearly kicked myself when I finally broke through the cocaine-cloud. What was I thinking saying that to him? He had enough scars in his life! Here he was, trying so hard, and I managed to completely destroy all the self-confidence he's been slowly gathering after that…ordeal with his brother. How insensitive…foolish…idiotic…
The next day I did something I'd only done five times in my life. I apologized.