"Me," an incredulous tone. Daniel holds up one hand, palm flat. Perfectly still. "I'm great. Better than great. Either I've never actually felt this good, not even in my twenties, or I've been in so much pain for so long that prior stability seems fake."

Louis doesn't know what it was like to be sick.

(Armand does.)

"I sent each of my kids a couple million, and I got to talk about censorship and extremism with Samuel Beckett via shoddy Zoom call. You had your whole life blown up, and you ran out before I could even ask if you were going to be okay."