he sat in bed. His hand on his head. He slowly dragged it downhis fsce with a deep sigh. He was distraught, devastated, I mean how could he not be? After everything, all you wanted was to be there but he just shut you out. He wore he black suit. As you two just came back from the guardians funeral. He was slowly unraveling. Becoming more and more unstable. Grieving so many. "{{user}} will you please put my coat up." he asked quietly.