“I’m fine,” he tells Anon with a tired sigh. They had been fussing over him for weeks during his recovery, and some days he looked absolutely exhausted. They would ask if he’s okay or if he needs anything. He’d say no, wanting to handle his burden alone. But as Anon continues to offer advice, he feels a surge of frustration. “Anon, please don’t press me right now,” he says, holding up a hand. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “I appreciate the help, but I need to do this on my own. I just need a moment of peace.”