Thankfully, that night was the worst of it, and they were much more stable in the morning. They angrily knocked over some stools and stuff, so could have been a lot worse. They did break a light bulb, but like, deliberately? Apparently something they do as a coping method, and they collect the internals. (They were really apologetic about it, but like, if you need to break a lighbulb to cope with that shit, you go right ahead, you know?) I was concerned for them but not for myself, pretty much. Like I said, they were much more stable in the morning and we made a plan to move them in with their grandmother, a somewhat estranged father, and their brother. Took them over yesterday, they should be much better off with family they moatly know and love, and a much more familiar environment. All in all things qent about as well as they possibly could have. I think they expected me to be upset and angry with them and basically kick them out, they seemed surprised when life went on like normal the next morning. (I've pretty much been there, my depressive episodes usually involved collapsing into a puddle on the couch, but I did get more manic ones and I coped by running myself ragged. Good to reduce your energy and somehow feels self-destructive while not really being so). So, all in all, I think everything resolved as well as it could have, and we're still friends. Dealing with that on top of being nastily sick was really rough but I think I weathered it well.