Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170529190134/@comment-30655593-20170531032102

Mek would stand there for a moment and turn to Whiskey and place a hand on his shoulder, still smiling and crying.

Mek:"It's... it's..." Mek's face would break down with sobs and he would hug Whiskey.

Mek:"You didn't do anything! It's not your fault!"