"Do you miss working with him? I know things are totally awesome for you and Kyan for Dirty Dancing and were basically made for the role but I know the whole dynamic with the OG Footloose bunch was pretty special. You all protected him and took care of him, even if he was, like, technically leading everything. I remember how devastated you were the first time you heard he attempted suicide. This is just as hard, I know. An accident like this, it affects more than just the victims of the accident. There's no way of knowing an accurate prognosis. You can't predict if there'll be complications or issues with healing or rehabilitation. And that's only considering Sash waking up. The aneurysm alone could've killed him. The longer he's unconscious, the worse his prognosis could get. All things that are no doubt spinning around and around in Justin's head constantly. Any of us would struggle to cope, let alone a kid with an already disabling mental illness. You've got that look all over you, that you feel so useless. But what I also know is you're his big sister in every way but blood and he's always opened up to you. Just being there will help him. You're not useless, hon. You need to try to stop stressing so hard. You have to take care of you and the bub. But I know that's easier said than done. As soon as Winston's head is feeling better, he'll be on hand to be your BFF rock. That's pretty much why we came over. Not to mention that you picked one of the best husbands in the business. I know he'll make sure you're taken care of." The kettle finished boiling so Jude filled the kettle, gave the tea leave a little stir, before leaving the teapot to steep.

He scooped up the mugs, milk, and sugar to take them over to the large living area that was skirted by a large modular sofa that faced outwards to another large window with views of the water. He put everything on the coffee table and flopped onto the sofa. "Yeah, yeah. I know that rationally now. I've just been overthinking everything too much. We're definitely going to share a room. Things have progressed since I offered him the room anyway. It's nice he's letting me take care of him and I love listening to him talk. It's nice and it's easy. I guess I've just been conscious about not wanting to rush things in case it goes wrong. But it doesn't even feel like it's rushing. So, what you're saying is, if it feels right, maybe it just so happens to be right and that's okay? We should just get the fuck outta our own way and enjoy it? I mean, you're nailing it, so who am I to deny the advice?"