"Unless you love being miserable, in which case, I guess you do everything in your power to avoid people making you happy in case they succeed and you don't have anything to moan about anymore," Richie said with a shrug. As much as he wish he hadn't, he had met people like that and they just made him wonder a great big WTF. They were also awkward to be around, because no matter what came out of your mouth, they always had some sort of problem. That was what he was worried he might sound like with Adrian, and it was stressing him out because he wasn't like that. He had a run of bad luck, and sometimes, his condition just flared up and there could be a few bleeds in a row until his body balanced itself again. That was just the way the wind blew with what he had. "I know being happy all the time isn't possible. Everyone has bad days, and everyone has even worse days than that. But with Adrian, my worse days, he's wanted to be there for me and I worry it's made him feel obligated. I don't know. Maybe my brain is just too full of snot to think rationally. Oh, we've upgraded to when, have we?" he asked in amusement.

"You know what I learned yesterday? The Beaumont Unit in the kids' ward for children with progressive diseases is named after Carter and his family because they funded the whole unit to be launched at our hospital. It was some multi-million dollar project initially and now kids from all over the country come there to have their treatment, a lot of which is developed by his company, to try to slow the progression of what they have. It's got everything from Musical and Art Therapists to experimental child psychology programs. I had no idea it was them until Nate told me when I mentioned to him you were dating Carter. There's a six degrees of separation thing there. Nate's husband was raped by the same cunt who raped Harley's cousin, Liam," he explained.