Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20160408213713/@comment-3991308-20160607103917

"Depends. Some are justifiable." Bastion was able to say more, but the other guy had stopped and collapsed into a chair.

This was the moment Bas could have grabbed – the moment when he could have taken all his stuff and ran out of the room, leaving Yankee with his own demons.

Instead, he was suddenly fascinated by this odd display of weakness, and decided that it was too odd to look at, so he turned towards the paint-shot wall and broken window instead.

Why was he worrying about that wall and window? No particular reason. Just that these two problems were a lot more tangible than–

"Other things," Bastion repeated, back turned to Yankee, studying the bullet hole of the window. "So, like... family issues, for instance?" he spoke, thinking of his own stresses.