Omid: "Christa. Listen to him."

Lee: "It's what I wanted okay?"

Omid: "What about him?" Omid nods towards Ben who's sitting on the floor.

Lee: "We gotta support him. He's only a kid still; it's easy to forget that."

Omid: "He lose his shit like that often?"

Y/N: "No. That was the first."

Christa: "I'm glad that he did; Kenny couldn't pull that shit on me."

Lee: "He better not do it again. He ruined Kenny's life; outbursts like that aren't fucking appropriate."

Omid: "You do feel bad for him though, right?well it seems like it got through to Kenny. For whatever that's for."

Kenny stops smashing against the wall and stops near the wall. "Alright. I'm outta gas." He puffs.

Kenny: "You look good and relaxed." He gestures to Omid. "Sure, if you don't count a infected leg."

Christa: "You want me to do it?"

Omid: "Nah, hon. I got it." Omid stands up and walks over to the dent and picks up the coat rack and starts slamming. While kenny takes a breath on the couch next to Christa.

Kenny: "Shouldn't be too long now. It's good were forced to take a breath."

Kenny: "I can't believe you just went and got chomped, just.... Fucking hell." He shakes his head in disbelief.

Christa: "At least he told us."

Kenny: "Took some brass. I don't think woulda." Kenny bends over and puts his hand on his hand.

Christa: "How are you?" Christa asks with a concerned expression.

Kenny: "I uh...I don't know how to answer that."

Kenny starts crying his tears falling on the floor with a silent Splat.

Y/N: "It'll be alright Ken."

1 Hour left of gameplay. I'm on my way.