[ 'He', 'him'. Sinistra doesn't even need to use Dextera's name for Momo to know that it's about him; the things that will hurt Sinistra the most will always be the things he can and can't do for his twin, Momo figures.
The soft crying against his shoulder makes Momo's heart clench in his chest. The rhythm he keeps along Sinistra's back slows to the tempo of an andante— the steady one-two of a heartbeat at rest. ]
It really hurts, huh?
[ Of course it does. Momo has no idea what could've happened, but it doesn't really matter; he doesn't ask for details until Sinistra is ready to give them. ]
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The soft crying against his shoulder makes Momo's heart clench in his chest. The rhythm he keeps along Sinistra's back slows to the tempo of an andante— the steady one-two of a heartbeat at rest. ]
It really hurts, huh?
[ Of course it does. Momo has no idea what could've happened, but it doesn't really matter; he doesn't ask for details until Sinistra is ready to give them. ]