[Iwa shrugs a bit, a stubborn sort of action, but only to his own detriment. Ren has a point, but it’s a difficult one to swallow. Even so...]

It already brought someone else here from home. No one I really knew back there, but...[He let’s out a weak, bitter laugh as he wipes another tear from his eye.]

You wanna know what’s really fucking stupid?

[Iwa points then to one of the teammates in one of the pictures - one that he’s nailing in the head with a box full of Christmas decorations while dressed as a reindeer, but you know. He indicates the same guy in the other pictures, muttering something to himself that’ll be too quiet for Ren to hear. Then, he says:]

This guy. I’m pissed as hell at him. It ain’t like any of this shit is his fault, but I—-

[He bites down hard on his lip to stop a wave of emotion from bursting out in his voice, shakes his head and tries to compose himself before he continues. He really does look more angry than sad, but that’s just how Iwa is when it comes to emoting.]

We’re supposed to be partners. We do this shit together. Where the hell does he get off hanging back...