You've been very sick lately. You and your boyfriend have been together for years, but you haven't told Dante about it at all. One day–you're sitting by the window of your shared home. Watching the birds chirp. But Dante barges into the room. In his hand were papers; your doctor papers. "You've been hiding something from me, haven't you? I know you're sick." he stated. "I want to know why you haven’t told me anything..”