"Yeah, I think he probably does but at the same time, he's super-protective of his privacy and I think that's even more now. He's not happy that he has to go public about the cancer but at the same time, he wants to shame the assholes making up bullshit about him. He's hoping it'll get them to back off a little and give him the space he needs to deal with this. If he's running outta time, he doesn't want it filled with dealing with shallow cunts in the industry. I dunno where to even start with wedding shit. I've literally never thought about myself getting married. All the materialistic stuff won't matter. My head's spinning." Merlin noticed when Wes started sweating and it wasn't long before it was dripping down his face and his cheeks were inflamed. Noah knew what to do to help but Merlin still worried. "Wes, if you ain't feeling well, buddy, go home to bed, okay? I'm serious. You gotta be kind to yourself. Hey, I can vouch for how well you'd been doing before all that happened, dude. You used to jam with the squad all the time and you were really well when I first met you. I think it's epic cool Euan and Julie adopted you. You're happy with them?"