"I dunno, I hope I die before I'm 50. That's a horrible thought. Honestly, 40 is bad enough." And that one was looming. Fucking yikes to that.

"I'll go eat, you go work and I'll make some snacks for the meeting. Oh and make sure Hartley sits by Remus, we gotta do some creative sitting. Get him off those meds." If he knew anything, it was that AZT was the worst thing to happen to so many of his friends and he didn't like the odds for Remus.