It made him laugh; it weighed me down.
He enjoyed the effort made to bring humour into the tragic reality of malady in life.
I let the weight of despair and a vicious cycle of the havoc caused by a lingering illness overwhelm me.
When the film came to an end, a hush fell over us.
Heavy silence on my part, light reflective quietude on his part.
We were both on the two platters of the scale, opposite ends of the measuring rod.
It is a good thing, come to think of it, because together we strike a balance.
The difference is beautiful, for our uniqueness brought together offset each other.