His breathing seemed easier...

But he was a asleep or unconscious, I'm not sure which. I don't know if Brian really is better or not. Aunt Jeannie was glad to see me, though. She touched my face and said. "You've got a little lipstick on there."
"Didn't get all off after the drag show." I said.
"Dang." She said. "That must be one scary drag show."
"I have a new friend." I admitted.
"Good for you." Aunt Jeannie said.
"We went to the comic convention together." I added.
"Well, that must be a special friend." She said. "Brian didn't wreck the store too badly did he?"
"Just a little smoke." I said.
She sighed wearily. "Oh dear, Simon. He's not going to get any brighter, is he?"
"It seems unlikely." I said.
"The asthma's going to kill him. He won't do what they tell him to out of pure laziness. There's nothing we can do about it."
"I don't think he wants to die." I said. "He might listen."
"Oh he'll listen for awhile, then something will distract him." She said. "I think he owes someone money again. Someone called the house."
"They leave a name?" I asked.
"No." She said. "But most of the time they don't."
"You want to go get something to eat, I'll stay with him." I said.
"Your Uncle Darrell is bringing something up, thank you." She said. "You've always been such a good boy."
"You ain't been talking to Mom." I said.