 It was funny because when we finally did work it out, he had all the letters and mixtapes. And he even had, like, my dad's hoodie that I lent him once when he was cold. He'd kept everything intact, photos. I put together a book when his mum had died, you know, from all our friends that had written letters. And he just kept everything. And he was like, now your turn. And I was like... I have nothing. I have nothing. Because I just thought, oh, you know, you're just dreaming sort of thing. So...