"No," I say with a pained smile, shrugging as if that's to be expected. "No, he doesn't." I press my lips together, press my tongue to the roof of my mouth and try not to let it affect me, not when I'm already teetering precariously and I jam the heel of my hand against my eye to try and calm myself. "I ah...I ah, don't think it matters, anyway," I say shakily. "What with my life expectancy."