Urban snarls, throwing up his fists before taking a deep breath and lowering them, speaking in slow, controlled, low tones. "I've done enough stupid things in my junior year, you should know that, Boy, you're my best friend. And that being said, you should know I worked my ass off to get into Cornell and I can't risk to lose that." Squeezing his eyes shut, Urban speaks in a hurried whisper. "I wasn't planning on telling anyone this quite yet, but I think you've forced me to, at this point... I went to the doctors before we left and... You remember my asshole of a dad? He had lung cancer. He died last year... The... The doctor said... I've got a... Quite large chance of... Of... Contracting this cancer... So I'm kind of tryin' to avoid smoke... A'ight? So you can call me a pussy all you want... I just don't want to die young."