Rhys watched Taylor and Kellen leave as he stood in front of Gunther, coming to support his friend as he went through it. Rhys couldn't even blame him. If Kellen slipped the same way that Casper was doing right now?
Rhys would need Gunther's support, too.
The door clicked behind them and Gunther sighed. It sounded like a piece of his soul was leaving with the sound, his hands going to cover his face as he hunched over on the edge of the bed.
He looked even worse than yesterday, and he'd drank himself silly yesterday. Had even cried. Crying didn't feel right to say.
The man had wept over what he was witnessing, and what he knew was coming. Now, now he had to see it all happen, witnessed it himself, and Gunther looked like he wanted to weep again.
