"Ethan told me he had Huntington's."

"What's that got do with anything?"

"I know you won't admit it, but changes in behaviour? That's one of early symptoms for Huntington's."

"Yeah, I know. But, Ethan wasn't showing any symptoms."

"How would you know?"

"He would have told me."

Lily looks at him.

"Not necessarily."

"He was my brother! He wouldn't have kept me in the dark."

"He might have if he didn't want to worry you."

"That's rubbish." Cal scoffed.

"How is that rubbish?" Lily asked him. "He cared about you. That's probably why he didn't want to tell you. He didn't want you to feel like you had to look after him."

Cal rubbed his hand over his face. Lily was right. Knowing Ethan he would be more worried about Cal than himself. But, surely Cal would have noticed any symptoms starting? He was supposed to be a doctor. What doctor was he if he couldn't recognise early symptoms of the disease that killed his mother and was going to slowly kill his brother?

"I should have been more observant." Cal said. "I should have looked out for him."

"This isn't your fault." Lily told him.

"Isn't it? I'm supposed to be a doctor. What kind of doctor doesn't recognise symptoms of Huntington's?"

"Yes, you are a doctor, but you're also a brother. You were a brother who cared about his sibling."

"That doesn't make any difference. I still should have seen the signs."

"Even if you had seen the signs, what could you have done?"

"I could have stopped Ethan from killing himself."

"How? He didn't tell you he was going to kill himself. So how could you have stopped him?"

"At least he'd still be alive. At least I would have my brother still with me."

"Cal, trust me. I know what it's like to lose someone you love. Like when my father died I tried to be strong. I tried to act as if I was okay, when the truth of it was, I wasn't."

"Look, Lily, I'm sorry about your dad but this isn't the same. Your dad didn't kill himself. My brother did."

"I'm not saying it's the same. What I am trying to say is when my father died I blamed myself. I blamed myself because I thought he was never proud of me. I was wrong. He was proud of me and always was. I know how it feels like to blame yourself for someone's death, but you mustn't. This wasn't your fault, it was no one's fault."

"Still doesn't make it easy."

Lily shook her head.

"No, it doesn't. But, you have our support. You don't have to go through this alone."

Cal smiled her. Lily was right. He didn't need to go through his grief alone, he had his friends. They too were also hurting. Not only had he lost a brother but they had lost a friend.