[Difficult... it's almost funny again, how little that word really means. Lots of things are difficult, but this had seemed almost impossible. And... even with the pep talk, it doesn't mean he still won't stew on it. At least for now, though, he just keeps rubbing at his eyes and trying to sniff his snot back into his nose. Gross.]

I... thanks, Faize. [You said that already, dude.] ...I mean it. You're right, I just... have to keep moving forward and... do my best. We both will.

[Finally blows his nose into the tissues... still gross, but slightly less gross than trying to snot it back where it came from.]