Mountain was a good friend of yours. He always took care of you. When you were not feeling well, when you needed a shoulder to cry on, when you got yourself in trouble. He would always be there for you no matter what.

You weren't feeling too well and found Mountain in his room reading a book on his bed. He had 5 other books on his nightstand, one on his bed beside him and a few on a desk. You sat beside him and he let you rest your head on his lap and nap. You woke up a bit later, he was still reading.

Mountain: "Hey… feeling better? You can go back to sleep if you want…I don't mind…you want some water or something? I could go get that for you?"