As he walked towards the pub he saw Alicia coming out with someone who was not his brother. Turning around he saw Ethan sitting alone.

"She's a player." Cal said.

Ethan gave him a look saying 'I don't think that's true'.

"Well, you've dodged a bullet there. Trust me, mate." Cal carried on.

All Ethan could do was nod and murmur in agreement. Cal could see that his brother was a bit down so breaking the silence and wanting to cheer him up, he offered,

"Why don't' we finish this training thing, then get you a curry?"

He paused.

"And a Fast and Furious box set."

Ethan sighed.

"I hate the Fast and Furious."

"I know." Cal replied, nudging him.

It was getting dark by the time Cal and Ethan arrived back home. While the basketball match had taken their minds off of what happened in the last weeks, they were still thinking of Grace. As for Ethan, not only was he hoping Grace would make a full recovery, his knee injury was a reminder to him. It was a reminder of how close he had come to almost dying. The thought sent a shudder down his spine. Then again, in the back of his mind maybe it would have been better of he had died. This dark thought that ran through his brain made Ethan think back to the last year. The year of his Huntington's diagnosis. At least, Ethan thought, if he had died when the scaffolding collapsed on top him, he wouldn't have to be constantly worrying when his disease would start to take over. He didn't have to live a life where every slight movement or odd behaviour could be or could not be a symptom. At least then he wouldn't have to deal with the uncertainty of wondering how long he would live for when the disease did present itself. As if reading his brother's mind, Cal broke Ethan out of his thoughts.

"Don't even go there, Eth."

"Go where?" Ethan asked, trying to act as if he wasn't thinking what Cal knew he was thinking.

"You know where."

"Well, maybe it would have been better if I had died."

"Why?" Cal wondered.

"You know why." Ethan replied, honestly.

"Maybe I do know why. But, you can't think like that. You still got years left and who knows what medical advances there'll be in years to come."

"But, I haven't got years. I'm 29, which means in a year's time the symptoms might appear and then who knows how long I've got left."

Cal had never heard his brother talking like this before. Even when he first found out that he had inherited the gene, Ethan had taken a more positive approach. Well, two positive approaches. PIMP and 'Be More Cal'. And so far, both had worked. But, since the helicopter crash and Grace still in a serious condition, Ethan's outlook on life had changed. For Cal, this change in his brother's attitude worried him and as he listened to his brother he wondered just how far Ethan would go with this new outlook. He wondered whether Ethan was serious about taking his own life. Sensibly, Cal shook the thought out of his mind. He knew his brother and knew that this change in behaviour was just a phase. Ethan would soon get over it and be back to his normal self. Cal knew his brother wouldn't do anything that stupid. Ethan was the smart one, the one who thought things through. He wasn't the one to act rash or go on instinct. That was more him than Ethan. Yet, somehow the worry remained in the back of Cal's mind. Not daring to go away completely.