[ There is so much that can be said and empathized with here. Drunk as he is, sorrow flows freely from Gildor - heavy as his weight on Bakugo's shoulders. His heart aches when the boy's voice fluctuates with the faintest notes of pain, not just for him, but for the parents he's left behind. How devastated they must be - though he doesn't vocalize the thought, or even think of it too solidly. Bakugo may not be good at empathizing, but he isn't stupid - Gildor doesn't need to point out that his family must be missing him terribly too. Because if anything was conveyed through his angry declaration not to let the symbiote replace his parents, it was love.

Deep down somewhere dark and childish, Gildor is a bit jealous of him for it. Yet he is also grateful that even his artificially manufactured grief for Shinji might come close to anything familial. It's validating after all the bad choices he's made tonight. ]

Thank you.

[ He trudges alongside for a few more steps in silence, a few more beats, before adding- ]

I pray you never have to feel it, though it seems every brood is effected in... in time. Even if you're a strong one, better prepare yourself for it.

And I am sorry too. We can... we can drink to them! Shinji, and your mother and father, back in the barracks if you like.

[ Because the bad choices don't have to stop here! ]