My Best Man Bob. We met at University. Initially we really would not tolerate one another. After about three months, one of the girls in our flat decided we all needed to go out and get to know one another. I am not a fan of such occasions nor is Best Man Bob (Please blame Emma for the epithet). Anyway we are at this social occasion ensuring we are pointedly ignoring each other. Then another friend comes out with this ludicrous remark about how “she doesn’t fit in because no one understands her” Everyone else couldn’t wait to tell her how “they really cared” Bob and I just remarked “Can’t you make friends then?” and connected.
We have remained firm friends since some forty years now. What I find special is our friendship. It does not require reassurance.