Guffawing
I did an unintentional split in the middle of the Mall. He rushed to lend me a hand and couldn't stop asking if I was alright. Not a smirk, no laugh, no taunt, no trolling. He must be really scared of me. 6 Hrs later he is sitting in the Lounge, Guffawing! Finally he'd found the guts to laugh at me. Me: What's the joke. Him: This afternoon when you fell.... more Guffawing! Then some more. Me: Wasn't funny to you then!? Him: Why would you falling be funny?!? (100% Puzzled) Me: So what about it now... Him: When I rushed to grab you and kneeled in that weird pose I tore a few stitches, quite a few stitches on my Linen pant. (Eyes & hand gesture to indicate how big, then hands me his torn pants) Never realised. Realised it now when I took em off. Guffaws and guffaws. Me: So you're laughing coz you were walking around with torn pants. Examining the pants, the stiches did Split wide open! Him: And had no idea and .... guffaws. Me to God: What in the world did I do...