How to cheer up a friend who might've helped an entire world commit genocide?
Rodney stared at his friend, turned away from the hallway where he stood. Carson had been wallowing for too long. It was time for someone to step up and do something.
Someone other than him would be good. He sighed, squared his shoulders, and walked into the infirmary.
Carson looked up. "Oh, Rodney, I really don't—"
Rodney cut him off with a bear hug. For a silent moment, Carson clung desperately to him, then slowly pulled away.
Somewhere Rodney found a smile. "Chocolate?" he offered.