Worf

Worf joined Tommy in wailing, although the Klingon's wailing was more of a gruff cry than the high pitched tone of the Anthean. Either way, most who lived close by would hear both men engaged in the wailing ritual of grief. It was a sight to behold if anyone actually walked into Worf's smashed up apartment. Coming down, Worf growled and punched the wall. Hard. Splinters of wood ended up buried in his hand but it he felt no pain. Another hole in his apartment's wall.

"Your scream---it felt good to hear. I feel your pain, Thomas. We may grieve together in our loss."