"Well, you got a dog and a tot. You're mental but I like your mind. I love how you think. Always did." Felix laughed, putting his hands in his pockets and turning to face out into the street, in the direction of his car. "I should be going soon. I need to check in with Michael and then get to the apartment before all the parking spaces go."

He didn't want to leave but he knew he had to. And he knew he couldn't just walk away now. "I don't know... how long I have left or anything, I don't know if I'll ever be better but I want to be. I'm trying. So maybe -- we can hang again. Some time. I can be better this time." He wasn't suggesting dating, just being a better friend.