Red vs. Blue
Way Ahead Way Behind
by Gray_Days
"Y'know, there's a lot of ways people deal with the death of a teammate," says the last person in the troop bay. He returns everyone else's attention with a friendly nod, crossing his legs comfortably. "Not all of them healthy, obviously! And trust me, whoo, I've seen some pretty destructive coping methods." He laughs lightly. "I mean, it's a stressful event, and the thing about stress is you've gotta burn it off somehow or it'll fester, right here." He pats his chestplate. "Fighting, drinking, making jokes, making...well, I won't be crude, but you all know where I'm going with this!" "Is that your coping method, Florida?" York asks, with a wry twist to his lip. Florida laughs again. "Who, me? Nah, I could never. Can't really get into the spirit, you know? No, I put in a few hands of poker."