Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24261822-20140829032620

Unsure of how to respond to the silence that Camo was providing, Talen paced around checking what was left of  supplies, and other tasks to keep him busy. Finally running out  of menail tasks to carry out the medic pulled out his last unused concoction: whiskey. Taking a pull from the bottle and reeling from the intensity for a few moments, he set it beside his partner as he walked to the other side of the campsite.

"Drink for the pain. I'mma go tend the fire for a few."

I have no clue what to say to him...