“I’m not going to tell you that you need to get over something that lasted three weeks, not if it meant as much to you as it did. I saw you happier than you’ve ever been. Never, not once, have you smiled at us like you did at the airport. Or said that many words to us in one afternoon. Not since you were eight years old. Whatever happened… Jesus, Justin, you were happy. And I’m fucking sorry that you’re not now.”
