"Hey, dad."

"Hey, buddy. How are you?"

"Busy. I've got a paper due tomorrow."

"Sucks for you."

"Hey!"

"I'm only half-kidding."

"Very funny, Dad. So why'd you call?"

"What? Does an old man really need a reason to talk with his son?"

"There's a motive behind this. I can tell."

"Okay, fine. I just wanted to see how you are doing."

"How I'm doing?"

"Like, are you eating well?"

"Fine, Dad."

"Don't lie to me Kurt. Let's talk about this."

"There's nothing to discuss!"

"Well, as your father, I'm obligated to care for your health."

"I'm an obligation?"

"That's not what I meant, Kurt."

"Okay…"

"I just want to know why."

"Why what?"

"Well, why you don't eat and why you're so skinny now."

"I'm not talking about this."

"Is it because of bullies?"

"No, Dad."

"Is it because you feel sick?"

"No."

"Do you think you're fat?"

"Why are you questioning me so much?"

"Because you look so sick, Kurt. You have no energy or personality anymore. It's getting to be too much."

"Gee, thanks."

"I think you have a very serious problem."

"No, I don't."

"And I think that you deny it."

"…"

"If you don't start making changes within the week, I'm looking into doctors to help you get back on your feet."

"Sure, Dad. Whatever."

"Go on with your schoolwork."

"Yeah."

"I love you, son."

"Love you."