...yeah. I've always wondered what my parents would have thought of me - the person I ended up being. I think there's something primal, in wanting their approval. Their acceptance.

[He wasn't out at thirteen, even to himself. Wasn't at an age where he'd come to know much of their political opinions, or form a guess at what they might think - and now he'll never know. Brett twists his wedding ring idly around his finger.]

But I think that says more about him than it does about you. You're so young, and you're already a medic and a talented artist. You're incredibly accomplished whether he recognizes it or not.