Colin was torn. On one hand, what was the point of doing anything if he were just going to die when he got home... but at the same time, if he was going to die when he got home, why wouldn't he do as much living while he could. He wanted to crawl into bed, and do everything all at once.
He pushed his palms across his face to push away his tears as he let out a breath. "I just.." Colin was struggling with the words, "I don't know how to deal with this. But... thanks, for being here with me."