[It isn’t a good sign. Isn’t a good sign for what? Wylan’s head is spinning. Argon is practically on top of him.]

Isn’t a good sign of what? Of being a good son? Because I spoke my mind? You don’t want to help me, you want me and MK to break up.

[Tears are glimmering in his eyes.]

He did help me! He helped me slow my breathing when I was spiraling.

[Wylan is standing now, though Argon is trying to get him to sit and calm.]