So, it turns out that he is still alive, and despite my turning away his plea for help, he still regards me as the wifelet.
He sounded awful. He is having a terribly shit year. He is smoking more than ever. But he is pulling through.
He asked when I am coming. I said I don't know. Mostly because I actually don't, although I gave him a vague idea.
He asked if I could help him in any way. I said I couldn't.
He asked why I hadn't been in touch for ages. Really? Was he surprised? I gave him the truth, illness, exams, work, no credit. And fear, although I left that bit off.
It's not ideal, by far, but it just is.
For now.
