"What." Trauma said, very very confused. Short Sentences. That didn't mean 'not helpful sentences' it meant 'please be clear'.

"What do you mean "you think you killed someone". You don't know?" Trauma asked, unsure, and watching him carefully.

After a moment Trauma rolled his eyes again and grabbed the box of tissues from off the dresser and shoved them at him.

"Here."

He now was starting to feel bad for decking Claudio in the face. God fucking knew why, considering everything. But he did. So he attempted the loosest form of help, glaring the whole while.