Jack turned his hand in Gatsby's, holding on, thumb brushing lightly against Gatsby's skin with the movement. His smile slowly quirked towards a grin. "So'm I. It'd suck not to have more time to work on my before I'm 20 list. Not to mention that we've a first date still coming up." It was a risk, mentioning the show as a date, and Jack didn't want to shatter the peace of this one. But talking about the cancer always reminded him that he had time Right Now but he couldn't be perfectly sure about tomorrow.
"The good thing about five years is that they say if it's gone this long, it's gone for good. But I've still got to get checked every year." A small shrug. "Just think, if it hadn't interrupted my life, I might've gone on to a career in basketball." Jackson rolled his eyes, knowing that with how short he was, that was a ludicrous thought. "Or found my music, or my way here. Funny how life does that, isn't it?"
Because right now, he had to say thank you to that year of being terrified he was going to die, because without it, this one date, meeting this guy who he was really liking, wouldn't have happened.