"One day at a time," Luke said. That's what they'd stressed at rehab, every single time he'd gone. Take life one day, one hour, one minute, at a time. That was all anyone could really expect.
Get through the current minute and then worry about getting through the next. Sometimes that was easy, sometimes not so much.
"I'm doing okay, though." As long as neither Theo nor Micah got sent home, he'd be fine. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost either of them.
"How have you been, Owen?" he asked, making sure to use his name to try and cement it in his mind.