"Wonderful things, I can assure you." He looked up at the sky. "I will be honest, soon after the accident, people treated me worse than when I could walk. I would go crying into a pillow at night because of the isolation. People just wanted to be my friend for albums and autographs from me Da. Once they got those things... well, they stopped caring, wanting me around, or being my friend. I was never invited to go out to have fun, and often made fun of."

He looked a little hurt, but just for a moment.

"My brother kept encouraging me, telling me to never give up hope. He kept telling me one day I would make a good friends who I would have for life, and that I would find the right person who would love me more than I could imagine."

His smile returned, as his hand went to play with Ilya's hair.

"At this school, I met people. Friends I think I will have for life. And I met you, someone who i think is that special someone me brother talked about. Like it was just... fate, as silly as that may sound to you."