Kensington listened to his comrade's words as if they were the light in his time of darkness. He wanted to object some of what the man said, but he really wasn't in the position to do so, after all he was the pilot not the doctor. He kept his head down throughout the whole thing until he felt a hand on his back, Aidan's hand. His pat got the pilot onto his feet, and a rejuvenated sense of confidence in his stance. Before they parted to changr uniforms the airman reached out and grabbed Aiden by the sleeve and cleared his throat. "Aidan..." He said, his voice soft and quiet, "We can do better next time, right? We can save the next person if we have the opportunity to do so, right?" He didn't expect an immediate answer, but he nodded and walked past the doctor to get his uniform changed out. It was obvious he wasn't going to mentally recover with just the words of a friend, but that is where time will play a crucial part.
The ceremony was one the airman had wished to transition quickly. To him it was not only a time to respect their death, it was also a painful reminder that these were the faces he wont physically be able to see again. Just that thought messed with the pilot and his troubles were easy to detect despite how respectful the wolf presented himself. Over time the ceremony went through with Silver's speech and the mixture of emotions drifting around. Like all things though the ceremony came to an end, and Kensington did not hesitate to take up the invitation for what kind of teammate would he be if he stayed isolated from his group?
Despite the announcements and commendations Ken found it hard to transition, his left hand in a jacket pocket while his right hand held his drink. Unlike most of the roughriders the airman had a secret: he had never really touched alcohol before. There were reasons, but the main one was the fact he flew airborne vehicles, but all that was about to change when Aidan offered a six pack and gave praise to him. He was caught off guard when the imaginary spotlight was set on him and all he could do was nod with a smile before downing the rest of his drink and setting the cup aside to take a can. "Aidan this is kinda... A first for me. How strong is this?" The pilot said, a bit hesitant about this idea. What would a drunk Kensington look like? Could he keep himself in check? He was about to find out.