"Y-yeah, sure." He sputtered out, standing by Kyle. He turned to him, setting a hand on his shoulder. "It'll be alright." He said softly to Kyle, trying to comfort him.
Konsa stared wide-eyed at the ashes. People dying don't usually end up as ashes unless cremated. Or on fire. Konsa fidgeted, out of place and uncomfortable. He approached Kyle hesitantly, standing by Fionna and Kyle awkwardly. He didn't know what to say or do.
Konsa followed the girl to the large room, slowing to a stop when he caught sight of Kyle. He shuffled to the side of the room, keeping out of the way of the other people. He watched silently, shifting uneasily, unsure of what to do.
"We go to school together." Konsa replied, standing up off the bed. "So, um... What exactly is wrong with Kyle's dad?" Konsa asked hesitantly, not sure if it would be okay for him to ask.
Konsa nodded and waved goodbye, sighing as Kyle walked down the hall. Konsa picked up his bag and wandered to the large bed, he set down the bag and took a seat on the edge of the bed. Konsa felt stiff and out of place in such a fancy room, but it was a nice change of scenery.