JUST LET US ADORE YOU && Group Therapy

[RED]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]He feels stupid, here, and pitifully small. Weak is the word he’s looking for but carefully avoiding. If he could do anything to make this tolerable, he could derail the conversation before it got too serious, and avoid bringing up anything he didn’t want to talk about. Or hear, for that matter. The floorboards give a sad little creak as he lowers himself down onto his haunches, idly grabbing at Wormwood’s shoulder for support as he sat beside him. Everything still ached, and moving around was a challenge. Selby had warned him to stay in bed, but much like Beck, it was pretty hard to keep him in one place for long. Red pulls the lapels of his coat closer - looking to Wormwood, briefly, in silent thanks - and pulled a bag of snacks towards himself. He didn’t really care what it was, as long as he had something to distract himself.

(Quietly, he wishes for something a little stronger than snacks and small talk. He doesn’t mind Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, they just aren’t at the forefront of his mind right now.)

(The stale pack of Pall Malls in his pocket, however, is.)

”Uh.” He’s not the best at this sort of thing. Red turns his attention towards Moth, a mild encouragement to lead the conversation. ”I can try to help, I guess.” Carefully steering the conversation as far from himself as possible seemed to be the way to go. Between the Pitt playing pinata with his unconscious body and half of his clanmates dead or dying, he isn’t sure what he had to offer, besides letting everyone know that Shit Sure Sucked. But he’d try. Just like he’d done before, he’d give what he could if only for the sake of those he stuck around for.