I was walking past a bar tonight and recongised some old JW friends inside dancing to a live band. I went in an attached myself to them and spent the night with them. It was quite funny as they were very comfortable with me but also exuded unsure guilt about the whole situation.
It seems to stress JWs when we seem exactly the same as before. I hadn't grown horns or a tail, had not turned red (maybe a little from a couple too many beers), did not have track marks down my arm, look like I have just been released from an asylum, or sprout out tirades against God or the Slave. I look exactly like I did when I saw them a few years ago, was happy and relaxed with them and asked the normal questions that normal people ask each other.
It is often best around former Jw friends to be happy and relaxed. That is a bigger shock than any doctrinal point that can be raised.