him: "So how are you doing?"
me: "Pretty good, actually. Can't complain."
him: "Seriously, how are you doing?"
me: "I'm fine! Things are going well!"
him: "No, really...... how are you doing?"
me: "Well, I guess I've been pretty worried about my research..."
*10 minute conversation about the bottomless pit of sadness that is grad school*
him: "Alright, so really. How are you doing?"
me: "............... how did you know...?"
him: "I always know."

God I love you. I don't tell you that nearly enough. This is why you're my best friend.