"Listen here Dr. Week or whatever your name is, you're questions are getting personal and really really assuming. I'd appreciate if you didn't ask stupid shit like that."

He was getting on Ryan's last nerve. "Well you are the one who was talking about someone, so there's clearly someone you're thinking about." Dr. Weekes pushed his glasses up with suspecting eye, knowing well that Ryan was not going to answer honestly.

Ryan scoffed, but sat back down. "Yeah, it's my husband." He wasn't exactly lying. Of course Jon was on his mind. He never wasn't. It was just that a different pers-thing, was on his mind as well.

"Are you sure?"

He waited for an answer. Ryan didn't snap at him, didn't yell. In fact, he thought about what to respond with. Maybe facing the truth was better than bottling it up. Maybe if he just let it out...

"...No. No I'm not sure."

"And that's what stumps you, correct?"

Ryan let his face rest in his hands. It was true. Ryan didn't know why his brain couldn't shut up, especially since his husband was laying right next to him on his death bed.

"It doesn't stump me. It kills me."

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