Hal doesn't even know where to begin. The two of you rarely kept secrets from each other – you've been friends for years, and, hell, you even dated once – and you never kept anything this big from him. He never even thought about you having Hanahaki. It wasn't possible.

"You're... dying?" he asks, knowing it's a stupid question, "how long do you have?" How long have you been keeping this hidden, he wants to ask, but he keeps his mouth shut for once.