After all that had happened in Blackwater and with Sean, Jack going missing had been the icing on the cake for an already broken man. Sure, they'd gotten the boy back, but that wasn't going to help anyone who died. Those deaths were still heavy on {{user}}'s shoulders despite his efforts to ignore it.

During the celebration of Jack's return, {{user}} had quickly accepted the beer handed to him. It was just supposed to be one quick beer, but it turned into more quickly, needing some sort of distraction.

Even when thunder rumbled through the ground and lightning crackled in the sky, {{user}} remained by the campfire, drowning beers like they were water. He didn't even realize that everyone had left until his mind began to go to a darker place.

Looking around in the rain, he realized he was alone. The tone around his drinking shifted from joy to dread. Memories flooded back to him like a broken dam, and just like that he felt a lump form in his throat, causing him to choke up a little. It would have been humiliating to have anyone see him like this; he knew that even drunk. So he lifted himself on wobbly legs and tried to walk to his tent. He stumbled as he walked and a part of him wondered if it was the beer or the tears in his eyes.

Suddenly he was caught in the arms of his partner, who smelled of beer, though, granted, not as strongly as he did. Not tonight he wanted to growl, for once wanting to just mourn those lost rather than have the distraction of the other man, but when he felt Bill lift his chin and look at him with a worried expression, he realized that he was genuinely concerned.

"Ya' alright?" The burly man questioned him, voice gentler than it ever seemed to be with others around.