There is nothing wrong.
He is healthy. He is fine. He is doing what he loves. He is where he wished he could be one day.
But that simmering feeling is there. Its like a churning in his stomach. The feeling that makes him want to cry in the middle of a beautiful thing. The feeling that makes him feel the feelings he would not want to.
He is healthy. He is fine.
There is nothing wrong…that the eyes can see.