"No, no -- sorry, m'sorry, Kenzi, I." He swallows once, takes a deep breath, shakes his head. Not crying! Just -- watery. "If - heh - if it is what I think it is, you can't fix it. I can't. I just -- didn't think --"

He blows out a breath, sniffs, and tries to calm the racing thoughts in his head. He has to explain, not sit here a panicking mess. This just caught him off guard. In a little while, he'll be able to handle it.

Sniffing again, Galen pushes his hair back and sits up, looking at Kenzi. His eyes are a little red, but -- seriously, he's fine. "Schizophrenia is -- it's found to be hereditary. My -- my mom had it. Her uncle had it. And -- and I think that might be what he's talking about. About me getting sick in November."