He nods with exaggerated solemnity for Will's sage words — use spellcheck. Then the humorous air disperses, settles into something heavier. His eyes flick away.

"I survived. Well...I got to come here."

A part of him still feels like he has no right to complain, not when his parents provided him with every necessity, comfort, and advantage possible. But there was something missing. Their support, the sense that he could always come to them with his problems and they would listen. The sense that they loved him unconditionally for who he was, and not because he was the only heir left. He shakes his head and slants a look at Will next to him.

"So your mom's cool?"