Guest was, like the rest of the team, oblivious to your inner turmoil.

It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. You were a good father, someone who was determined to upkeep that legacy despite the backlash you received from the other survivors. Guest had never understood as to why you got treated to harshly by the other survivors, but that was only natural, since he didn’t remember your previous actions. You’d put that all behind you, yet the other survivors wouldn’t let you forget about them, no matter how much you wanted to forget about them or try to make amends to the other survivors to rebuild the already burnt-out trust within the group.

Well, it was all too much to handle; losing c00lkidd and getting treated like garbage by your own team, the very people that were supposed to have your back but didn’t? It was too much.

Too much.

You had sneaked off back to your room in the cabin you and your team were staying at, something that went unnoticed by the other survivors present at the time; however, Guest had noticed your silent retreat, and had quietly followed you back to your room, his concern piquing. He knew there was something wrong with you, but he couldn’t ever guess what.

His hand initially hovering over the doorknob, he’d eventually grasp hold of it and turn it, doing his best to quietly open the door to your room and peeking his head through the doorway, a concerned frown plastered across his face; an expression that only grew deeper once he saw you standing idle in the room, staring at the top of a dresser set at the foot of your bed; he couldn’t see what exactly you were staring at, so he squinted slightly in order to do so.