[Andrew smirks, easy and playful.] You sound jealous.

[Note to chat: Do NOT read that and take it the wrong way.]

In a way, my illness was my means for making her happy, as well as my act of rebellion against my father. [There's...a lot to unpack there, and maybe it's too late for them to ever talk about these things. Or maybe it will come out gradually, the longer they find they actually have. Maybe they'll never meet again; maybe it will surprise them.]

Now that I have this life ahead of me, I have to get creative. I guess I have to live.