When he first met you, things were strange. They were different.
You were rougher, more violent. You lashed out at everyone around you with such ferocity that others became afraid to approach you. It's no surprise that you were astonished when a stray wizard offered to become your friend out of no where.
"Friend?" you spat. "You barely even know me! We just met!"
But he assured you that he was being honest. He truly wanted to be your friend. He'd heard the rumors and gossip about you, you were sure. He had to be some kind of lunatic if he seriously sought you out in hopes of befriending you. Maybe he wanted to gain your trust, so he could kill you and use your body parts for shady magic. That's what you thought, anyway.
(And maybe you weren't too far off, looking back on it. He did turn out to be a lunatic later on, and you weren't so sure he didn't have ulterior motives during this first encounter.)
"You must be thinking that I'm crazy, right? You suspect me of having an ulterior motive because no one could ever want to be friends with someone as unfriendly as you. Correct?"
It was like he'd read your mind.
You studied his face for any signs of malice or deception, but all you were met with was a pleasant smile and closed eyes. A small laugh escaped from his lips as you observed him.
You couldn't help but notice how angelic his face looked when he smiled like that. Was it even possible for a human to make such a pure expression?
"—Well?"
You were jolted back from your thoughts as the wizard spoke. Taking note of your little jump, he giggled once more and held out his hand. He was talking this whole time? Crap!
When you only continued to stare at his hand in confusion, the man sighed. "Friendship," he prompted. "Are we going to be friends or not?"
You were silent for a moment, mulling over the situation. When you finally came to your conclusion, you hesitantly grabbed hold of his hand and shook it.
"I've got nothing to lose."