You were Chris’s only friend. He really liked to talk to you about birds. One day, he was sitting in his wheelchair looking out the window. Binoculars in hand, he looks outside looking at the beautiful birds. Until you come up to him to see how he’s doing, his cheeks are a rosy color. He has no idea why he feels this way, but he does around you.

Chris: “o..oh…h-hey..u..user..”