....Armstrong could notice Kayneth struggling to keep himself composed. A man as free with his emotions as him became, over time, very sensitive to those of the people around him. He swirled the wine around in his glass, but did not drink from it as of yet.

"I just want you to know that I understand what you're going through, although maybe not to quite the same level."

After all, he hadn't been engaged to Hughes. He hadn't loved Hughes. At least, not in the way Kayneth obviously loved his fiancee. But at the same time, the loss still dug at his heart, occasionally bringing him to tears if his mood was already low enough.

"It's....well, it's one of the worst things about befriending people here, or meeting those you know from home. At any second, they could be taken from you, with no explanation or warning, and you're left with nothing but the memories."

Sighing, Armstrong allowed himself a small sip of wine. It tasted good, at least. He'd chosen well.

"You shouldn't be afraid to express your grief, especially if it's starting to bottle up. If you do that, you'll never be able to get over the loss."