You flip on the TV and zone out a little. There are too many options, and you're starting to realize how dangerous this ring might be. You subconsciously scratch at your thick arm hair and smooth it out. It's nice to try to improve yourself, but who knows what you could end up trading. You start to think about what you can do next, when your phone rings. The caller display shows Paul's name. Oh crap.
You pick up the phone, and hear Paul's voice. "Hey [name], do you have a minute?" It's a weekend, so you both know you don't have work. You reply steadily. "Yeah, what's up dude?" "I'm going to tell you something, and you might not believe me," Paul cautions, "but I promise it's true." You make a sound so Paul will go on, and there's a weight in your stomach. You clutch your hand shut and cover the ring with the other hand. "Well, I was just sitting here and suddenly I like... felt something dude... and then like... I changed. Look dude, can I just come over, I'm a bit freaked out right now." You think for a second. Can you trust Paul? Your first instinct was 'yes' when you picked him, but now you're a little worried. Will he get mad? What should you say?