I have a friend whom I liked. His name is Bernard, but I call him “Burn” as an affectionate nickname as well as because he is interested in anything fire-related. We were very close towards each other and shared all of our secrets during our younger days. Everything is open. From our interests, our confessions...anyways, usual stuff.
However, I felt slightly worried during the time where we talked about family. I told about how I had a mother who did everything to ensure we lived well and happy, a brother that was obsessed with Mixels and a little sister who somehow has a fascination with bugs. I asked Burn about his family. He told me that he had rather "fine" parents who do care about him, but sometimes tend to ignore him in the worst times and a sister that he loved the most and would totally do no wrong. I asked why he loved her. Burn replied with the words "she's my sister, so I must love her, right?".
“Oh, but is there anything spectacular like something that made you love her?”
“Uh, can I say something? She passed away last month. Please do not try to bring it up to me.”
It just ended there. I didn’t really want to bother him on why he loved his sister so much. I kinda felt happy that he really had a sister he cared for a lot, so bringing up the topic of his dead sister to him felt pretty insensitive of me.