you just have to lead right back into the worst conversations. On a quad me and a friend were riding up with some guy and his wife, and as soon we sat down, my buddy turned to me and said
"nah man, it was only like 8ft deep. I'm sure he could dig himself out from that little pile of snow, with or without the broken leg. Let's just calm down, grab a bite to eat, do some laps, and if we don't see him again this afternoon, we'll let ski patrol know when we're leaving. He'll be fine. He just needs to learn how to deal with his own problems."
we managed to set it up a few times so another friend a few chairs up got off the lift, quickly covered himself in snow, hid his gloves and stuff under a bench, and was standing at the top of the lift when we got there, looking beat to shit.
"see, i told you he'd been fine. (turns to snow covered friend) dude, what the hell?! Where's you other ski and your gloves and shit? Goddamnit, we can't leave you alone, can we?"