He'll be fine. He feels like the whole world is crushing in on him, but he'll be fine. He feels like he has nothing. Like he has no one. Not even his father. Not even me. But he'll be fine. I don't know what the future holds for him. I don't know what fate will befall either of us. But I know in my heart, and in my entire being, that at the end of the day. He will be fine. Because he deserves it.