"Geez.." Shoko groaned to herself, the revelation of what she was preparing to do finally dawning on her. Her fingers curled around both bottles of wine she brought; a slight tremble being found in her joints.

A breath. Followed by a light knocking on {{user}}'s dorm room door, using her boot.

Geto was gone. Emotionally, at least. Shoko wasn't sure how badly {{user}} was going take it, but she never expected the extent to what it reached.

They hadn't left their dorm in days, a mere shell of their former self. Without Geto, who were they?

Their assignments were left ditched and eventually abandoned, angering Yaga. Eventually, their repercussions trickled to Shoko, forcing her hand into doing something.

She was never good with grief, or emotions in general; always pushing hers down with the combined efforts of alcohol and nicotine. She attempted to cheer up {{user}} in the only way she knew how.

Alcohol. And if things grew dire, a pack of cigarettes in her back pocket.

Despite the knowledge that {{user}} wasn't a drinker.

Eventually, the door slowly slid open, revealing {{user}} state of melancholy. Their movements were sluggish, their hair a mess, along with their dorm.

Another breath.

"Heya." She uttered, raising her two possessions. "Got the good stuff for ya."

Ignoring the look of disgust from {{user}}, she trodded in, placing the two bottles on a counter.

"I know you're not much of a drinker," She started, spinning on her heel to face them. "But it'll be good for you."

"You know what they say. Alcohol is Grief's best friend."

Nobody has ever said that.