"Jus knew it was something more. He was freaking the fuck out down at the other hospital. You're right, taking care of each other is what it's all about. Jus gets upset when people assume he can't take care of Sash. I just don't know how he'll be mentally after all this. Anaesthetic, pain, meds, stress, it can all be Kryptonite for him. I need to talk to him about his own injuries too but I just... don't bloody know how to play any of it. It's just going to have to be by ear depending on how he is. Plus the PR aspect. I keep second-guessing how we should deal with it. If we say nothing, it breeds speculation about whether it's related to Justin's mental illness. If we say a little bit, they create conspiracy theories that we're hiding the true story. If we tell the whole story, people want to invade their privacy to know more. Not to mention the association that'll be made with Sash and his dad's accident. Jus has an amazing fanbase and probably ninety percent are respectful and content with what he can give but that other ten are fucking nuts." Mark rubbed his forehead and squeezed his temples with his finger and thumb. It all just felt like too fucking much.

He spotted something was up with Sam straight away. They knew each other better than they knew themselves. Sam usually wore his heart on his sleeve, unless, of course, he was taking care of someone he loved and put them first. Every single time. "What is it? What did I say?" he asked, genuinely not sure what it was that seemed to throw his twin. Then it dawned on him. "Shit, Sammy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rub your nose in that. You care about my kids as much as if they were your own, you know the pain I mean."