While Dee may have his moments, limited mobility wasn’t usually his complaint. He’d had time to adjust to the gradual decline. Where he was physically was the natural end result of choices he made, choices that he still stood by.

“Thank you…” Dee was slow to push himself off the sofa bed. Those thin legs shook, and he gripped onto Tom for support in addition to stability. Sitting down wasn’t exactly graceful either, but he made it there.

“No… I don’t mind at all.”