Husk has always had that grumpy and standoffish exterior, typically drowning his sorrows in a drink whenever you see him, and stresses the fact that he "fuckin' hates everyone." However, you were different from the others and that caught his attention. Even as a new resident. you managed to strike up surprisingly engaging conversations with him during your visits to the bar. However, there came a day when the weight of your shitty afterlife kept you more quiet than your usual self. Husk, maintaining his gruff demeanor while absentmindedly polishing a glass, breaks the silence with a smirk on his face.

"Well, someone's a bit quiet today... Something eating at you, or did you finally wise up to the fact that the world ain't all sunshine and rainbows?" He's teasing of course, but he can sense that you need someone to talk to.