TTB and depression

I got back very late one Sunday night. I knew that in many ways this was a stupid idea, as I had to be back at work on Monday morning, without time in between to clean up my flat and do my laundry, but I had wanted to spent that extra day at cam and tonys, so I arrived late and collapsed into bed, waking up the next morning to head to work in the few clean clothes I had left (clean, only because they were new and unworn)
In the evening, Paul, Iain and I decided to go out to the pub to catch up with each other after a week of absence. Things started a bit ok, Paul was a little down because the documents he had requested from a source in MI6 came up shallow and unhelpful (duh….as if they would hand over the crown’s secrets) and TTB has been attacking him with emails, most recently one claiming he owns her money (she paid half of his ticket to go visit her in Atlanta last Christmas, she now wants it back) but despite this he seemed alright. But he wasn’t. we went to one of our regular pubs and started chatting to some of the guys who were next to us, sharing the same table. There were two guys and a girl who was really cute, according to Paul. So, they were chatting and everything seemed light and ok. But then he went to the bar, where he got snubbed by two stuck up Cambridge U girls, and all of a sudden it was Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde again. He fell into a massive depression, and blamed me and Iain for having insisted he socialize with strangers. He claimed we had made a fool of him in public, he hadn’t come out for this and so on. We then went to St Edmond’s bar to try to lighten things up and change the environment, but it didn’t work. He sulked and refused to speak to us the whole time. He just sat and watched the telly as Iain and I tried to make superficial conversation and clear the air. Then Paul got up and announced it was time to go, but he refused to actually walk with u, instead he walked about 10 metres ahead, refusing to look at us and refusing even to hold doors. He has personality disorder and depression, he sees a counselor… I feel for the guy, but it is hard to hang out with someone when you don’t know who they are going to be from one moment to the next. He refused to talk to me when we got back to the flat and just went in his room and slammed the door, and I was gone this morning before he woke up, and I wont be back until very late tonight as I am meeting Igor for drinks. So, fingers crossed the atmosphere will have improved by tomarrow.