[He doesn't take the water bottle. But he does slowly sit up, and when he does he looks up at Lee. It's clear to see he's... distressed, putting it lightly. The way his eyebrows are up, the way his breathing is slightly quivering, a strong quick sniff. Kenny can't keep his shit together and let's admit it, this is a man who is controlled by his emotions and he just starts to cry.
He wipes at his eyes again, this time actually doing something productive. He doesn't know what to say. Lee's dead. Does this mean he died in the gunfight? God, he's trying to process it but it's hard to try to think shit out when normally you aren't Mr. Think Shit Out, but to add a dead best friend standing around, that just makes it harder.
So, for lack of any words coming to him, he answers Lee's questions, now finally looking down and away from Lee as he does so.]
I, uh, I killed him two days ago.
[But saying something is enough to spur him into saying something more.]
Lee. This isn't... this isn't- real? You... fuck, Lee.
[Okay, it isn't the best 'something more'. But it's what he can manage at this exact moment.]
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He wipes at his eyes again, this time actually doing something productive. He doesn't know what to say. Lee's dead. Does this mean he died in the gunfight? God, he's trying to process it but it's hard to try to think shit out when normally you aren't Mr. Think Shit Out, but to add a dead best friend standing around, that just makes it harder.
So, for lack of any words coming to him, he answers Lee's questions, now finally looking down and away from Lee as he does so.]
I, uh, I killed him two days ago.
[But saying something is enough to spur him into saying something more.]
Lee. This isn't... this isn't- real? You... fuck, Lee.
[Okay, it isn't the best 'something more'. But it's what he can manage at this exact moment.]