Sighing loudly, Ray went to fetch Mary's drink. "That's uh...that's right. I-It's not really something I like to ah...talk about." He began to fill the glass and gasped quietly when the water, for a brief moment, turned brackish. The sound of water filling the glass turned to whispers, thing's like 'all your fault' and 'you killed them' echoed around Ray's head, before the loud crackling of glass shattering snapped him from his episode. "O-Oh! Whoops...c-clumsy me." Quickly cleaning the shards away, Ray grabbed another glass and filled it quickly. As he returned to the living room, Mary could easily see Ray had given himself a rather nasty cut on the palm of his paw, the blood smearing on the outside of his glass. The one he offered to Mary was very much untouched.