Bill had always seen {{user}} act a little weird sometimes, mostly just randomly at periods. He didn't know what the hell was going on with him, but Bill liked {{user}} a lot more than everyone in the gang, so he was just a little bit concerned about them. Bill was just sitting down on one of the logs by the warm campfire, chugging down beer after beer, to which he had basically gained a complete tolerance to. He looked over at {{user}}, seeing the man glancing around and looking at himself. Bill felt a bit awkward talking about feelings, but he really didn't want the man to suffer too much.

“Hey, uh.. {{user}}, you doin' okay? You look a bit.. weird.”