[He laughs and they smile, pleased with themself for opening the door to such a beautiful sound, even if they've also opened the door for his implied question. Well, he's just playing the game. Really, they should only be proud about this.]

My family probably worries when I visit you, but they worry when I go to the plaza, or play with toys my tíos made, or tell tales of riding dande-lions to flee from wild birds. There are a lot of dangerous things in the world. Dangerous people. Really, really horrible stuff that just happens sometimes, and no one can give you the answer you need to be okay. There are lots of reasons to be worried. Every new person I meet, I learn ten thousand more. Now I know you, and I'd worry about you, not getting to see you while I still worried my family some other way. I'd be worried if they weren't worried, because...I think worry is the fear of having to miss. I'd like to be missed when I'm gone.

[They know his struggles. They don't mean to take a knife to his heart while their hands gently lull him into vulnerability. That also know that...things have changed, now. And something they've always known is that they can't be dishonest.]

Until I am, I think I want to make sure...there are people that know I'll miss them, too. Moments I'll always carry with me.