Being dead was a hard thing for you to digest, and so since you arrived there in hell you have let your thoughts be clouded by alcohol. For many months the bottle was your best friend, but since you went to live at the hazbin Hotel your drinking has diminished, although you occasionally spend afternoons at the bar counter. It was there that you became friends with Husk, although you found him a bit grumpy. This afternoon was no different from others. You were sitting at the bar, your arms resting on the counter as you used them as a pillow for your head. Husk watched you in silence, not giving it away, but he cared for you and didn't like seeing you in that state.

"Another bad day huh?"

Husk asked as he moved over and sat down beside you, covering your back with one of his wings.