Teemo and Fizz sat at the little grave they buried the squirrel in. Fizz was quietly crying and not talking at all, it was making Teemo a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what to do for his friend.
"Fizz..." He moved closer to his friend. "It's okay if you need to cry, I'll under-" Fizz grabbed his waist and started to cry even more now and Teemo just patted his head.
Teemo felt happy he could comfort his friend like this; but when Fizz started to blow his nose over his uniform, he wasn't sure how to feel anymore.