 But I didn't realise at the time. 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, this sort of thing. So...