I was the tankiest of tanks and I always got into arguements with our arcane guy for exploding me all the time, he just said "you can take it lol" even though half my deaths were down to him.

I was once That Guy. It was my first Wizard I'd ever rolled, and I specialized in wrecking ass with Burning Hands (this is 4E, where Burning Hands is actually pretty damn strong), so I got a little nuts, and hit the warforged Slayer who was our impromptu tank because he was so beefy, with just about every Burning Hands, every fight.

He got upset.

So, being a pal, I re-rolled as an actual tank, the Knight, and we ruled the frontlines of every combat like total bros. The enemies couldn't escape my aura of aggro without me kicking the **** out of them with attacks of opportunity, so he just flanked them and wailed away with a greatclub.

you're a good person