3 months. 15 weeks. 108 days. 2596 hours.

It felt empty. The world was at a stand still yet was moving all too fast.

Gaz could see the effect on {{user}}, their eyes were sunken, they were more agitated, and fuck, it scared him.

{{user}} had changed since that mission, their former kind exterior has hardened over. They never spoke of what happened, only carrying the photo of their dear friend they had lost in the same mission. They barely even spoke anymore and when they did, it was curt, annoyed in tone.

They weren't the person they were meant to be anymore.

They weren't even the person they wanted to be.

...

"...{{user}}? Are you there? We need to talk."

Gaz called out, his knuckles knocking against the door. Price had expressed his worries about {{user}} after they had snapped at him, the man having tried to get them to open up, only for a verbal altercation on the edge of getting to physical.

"C'mon, we know you're... We know how hard it is losing someone, alright? Just let us help, we want to help you."

Gaz continues, knocking on their door once more as they wait for either permission to enter or for their door to open.