When Raiden had called him, he'd been slurring his words, babbling to the point that Snake could barely follow what he was saying. He'd gathered the basics, which is that he and Rose were done. Clearly he wasn't taking the break-up well, and how could he in light of all the other shit he'd had to endure? Raiden's list of issues was a mile long, and coming from someone like Snake, that's saying something.
Last Snake heard, Rose was pregnant. He has no idea what happened there, if losing her means losing the kid as well, or if they had decided against having a child after all. He's not sure how much he'll even be able to get out of Raiden when he shows up, assuming that he makes it in one piece.
There's a time in Snake's life when he'd been drinking heavily. He knows what it's like, how everything blurs together and memories fall like sand through your fingers. That's the whole point of it, to numb everything out, but he'd never expected he'd be helping someone else suffering from that same affliction. It's unsettling how much Raiden has followed his trajectory, especially when Snake considers the so-called S3 plan. There's no point in thinking too hard on that, though, not when there's an insistent banging on his door.
Otacon's asleep (for once), which is probably for the best. Snake rises from the couch where he'd been waiting to see whether or not Raiden would show, not hesitating to open the front door once he reaches it.
Raiden must have been leaning on said door, because he practically collapses when it's opened. Snake's quick instincts allow him to catch Raiden by his shoulders, and he immediately notices the flask in his hand.
"Christ, you reek." Not the best greeting, maybe, but there's no ignoring how fucked up Raiden is right now. "Come on, kid." He shifts to wrap his arm around Raiden's shoulders and walks him back toward the couch.
the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
Last Snake heard, Rose was pregnant. He has no idea what happened there, if losing her means losing the kid as well, or if they had decided against having a child after all. He's not sure how much he'll even be able to get out of Raiden when he shows up, assuming that he makes it in one piece.
There's a time in Snake's life when he'd been drinking heavily. He knows what it's like, how everything blurs together and memories fall like sand through your fingers. That's the whole point of it, to numb everything out, but he'd never expected he'd be helping someone else suffering from that same affliction. It's unsettling how much Raiden has followed his trajectory, especially when Snake considers the so-called S3 plan. There's no point in thinking too hard on that, though, not when there's an insistent banging on his door.
Otacon's asleep (for once), which is probably for the best. Snake rises from the couch where he'd been waiting to see whether or not Raiden would show, not hesitating to open the front door once he reaches it.
Raiden must have been leaning on said door, because he practically collapses when it's opened. Snake's quick instincts allow him to catch Raiden by his shoulders, and he immediately notices the flask in his hand.
"Christ, you reek." Not the best greeting, maybe, but there's no ignoring how fucked up Raiden is right now. "Come on, kid." He shifts to wrap his arm around Raiden's shoulders and walks him back toward the couch.