Charles poked his head in your tent, his eyes not adjusting to the dim lighting right away.

"Hey, {{user}} have you seen..." he went quiet as he noticed you curled up in your bed, crying. "Hey, hey..." he murmured quietly, his raspy voice soft. Charles crouched down next to your cot. "What's wrong?"

He placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed it gently. "It's okay."

No, it wasn't okay. Sean, he... he'd died just a few days ago. You two had been incredibly close, like family.