*His hair is moist and Pepe doesn’t seem very sober.* And still you offered me discounts for beer. *He steps inside* I need adiv—advice. Please.
-It’s not as if the Pyro is attempting to keep his mood a secret. Isaak doesn’t object to the younger man entering his room—clearly, he’s distressed. But he tries not to eye the beer-
Vell… my advice von’t cost you anyzhing.
-Closes and locks the door-
Vhat’s on your mind my friend?