It all felt overwhelming, but Nyx nodded. It was fine, he was relatively good at going where he was meant to go and doing what was asked. That's all this was, at its core, going from place to place and doing as he was asked.

He'd be fine. This was... Fine.

"So when's your wedding?" he asked, changing the subject. He was done thinking about cancer. "Greg's mentioned it a few times."

Kind of true. He'd mentioned it twice.