TR: Sorry. It got bad.
TR: I like this song.
CH: it got bad?
CH: im glad you like it. are you better?
TR: It's always bad somehow. Don't worry about it. No one died.
CH: alright, got it
CH: doesnt really answer my question though
TR: No.
CH: i see
CH: im sorry
TR: It's fine. I don't think better happens for me. Other people can be better instead.