"You don't have to be fat to get diabetes," Kyle points out. "I dunno, I just had bad luck, I guess. I had a kidney transplant when I was nine." He's not about to add that said kidney was donated by someone through trickery.

He actually smiles a little bit. It does wonders for his face, softening its edges enough that he no longer looks like an angry little rooster. "Nah, I should be okay, I'm pretty used to monitoring it by now. But thanks."