Yesterday I was in the backroom with one of my coworkers and he was allll the way down at the other end of the room and I got all distracted by looking at him and totally lost track of the conversation I was having with her. So she glances down the aisle and sees him and says something about how hard it must be to see him everyday and deal with all of it. I was all "You don't understand, some days it physically hurts me to stand in front of him and talk to him and not just be like "I love you, you idiot!"

I'm telling you, before he transfers, something has to happen.