[He takes a few moments before speaking up, keeping his eyes low and his voice soft.]

I don't recall if I told you this, but towards the end of this past summer, my health wasn't doing too well. Dist told me if I didn't start taking better care of myself... I wouldn't get better. And for awhile, I thought I was getting better. But now... [His eyes stay fixated on the ground. This is... hard for him to say, knowing he's probably worrying Luke. But at the same time, he knows he needs to tell someone. If people on the street he's never met could tell something was wrong with him, it was only a matter of time before the other's noticed as well, right? And after everything that happened these past few days, he really needed someone to talk to. Someone he could be honest with, and take a moment to be just little more selfish than he was usually comfortable with.]

I told myself I was going to wait and see if things improved before I told anyone, but... with Dist gone, there won't be anyone to turn to if it doesn't. And I...

[He looks up. Although he still hasn't said much, his expression probably says much more than words ever could: he looks scared.]

...I think there's something wrong with me.