Unlikely

Good God, could that be compassion you're feeling?! You swallow it down and press on, looking around to see if anyone was lurking near by.

"He wouldn't want you mope around like this."

"Yes he would." he replies, his voice soft in the din of the hospital. "He would want me to mope in the bathtub, like he was so fond of doing."

"That's strange."

He snorts. It's the first time you seen him smile all week. "That was Dan for you."

You sigh and kneel down, looking him in the eye. "I'm sorry for your loss, JD. I know what it's like to lose a brother." You mean it, sincere in every way possible. It's a bit of a shock to you both. You lay a hand on his shoulder and he leans into it, tears sliding from his closed eyes.

You figure this will be your good deed for the year.