Gladnoct.
We did, we do. But we were - fuck, Noct, we were grieving. This person we all loved more than anything was suddenly gone and sometimes that wasn't something we couldn't do together. Sometimes it was, we leaned on each other, or talked about you, remembered the good stuff. But sometimes it was - I'd get angry. Really angry, and I didn't want to put that on them. Or do or say something I couldn't take back when I came down from it.