[ Sinistra lets himself be embraced again easily. His arms tighten around Momo and he holds on. He's trying to keep steady on the shaky ground this whole ordeal has created. ]
She sounds a little.... tense but not unkind.
[ Maybe a little too intense for him or his brother. ]
I believe you. I would not know what is normal anyway.
[ he tried to literally murder Dextera so ... who is he to judge? ]
Momo...
[ he's genuinely touched. He finds me might just cry again from Momo's overwhelming kindness. He pushes his face against Momo's neck and gives him a soft squeeze. ]
Thank you... so much. You came all the way out here and... how do I repay this? I have no idea.
[ What a sweet sentiment. Momo really doesn't need much from Sinistra, who is so out of the scope of Momo's sometimes-necessary give-and-takes; he just laughs at the suggestion that he did anything more than show up and listen.
He squeezes back, rocking the both of them side to side. ]
Don't worry about it. You can repay me by making up with Dextera! Let me see both of you smiling soon, okay?
Ah, you might think it’s selfish… but I’m super glad for it.
[ A sigh-laugh, exasperated but endeared. Momo doesn’t stop Sinistra from pulling back, but he does rub Sinistra’s shoulders with his palms. Trying to warm him up. ]
I can stay out here if you want, no problem! But I probably won’t be able to do anything but stand outside your window, and that’d be kinda creepy.
[ He laughs about it, bright and exuberant. ]
I’ll have my laptop right next to my bed, so call me over if you need me, okay? No buts, no sorrys, no feeling bad.
[ It's hard to leave, after all of that. The wind feels cold against the wet patch on his shoulder from where Sinistra's tears have sunk into the fabric of his jacket; Momo's heart flutters with worry, even as he walks backwards along uneven cobblestone to make distance again.
If Sinistra felt small in his arms, he seems even more transient just standing there. A thin man with haunted eyes, bisected from a whole. His fingers were cold against Momo's cheek.
Still, Momo smiles. Even when he can barely make out Sinistra's expression in the dark, Momo grins with the entirety of his body, hands cupped around his mouth before they extend into the sky to wave. ]
—Sinistra!
I'm rooting for you!
[ You can do it, you can do it. With that mental exchange of karma, Momo turns on his heels and disappears around the corner. ]
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She sounds a little.... tense but not unkind.
[ Maybe a little too intense for him or his brother. ]
I am afraid of falling.
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[ His expression wrinkles into a smile, and he rubs between Sinistra's shoulders. ]
And if you fall, we'll be here to pick you right up. I promise that, too.
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[ he tried to literally murder Dextera so ... who is he to judge? ]
Momo...
[ he's genuinely touched. He finds me might just cry again from Momo's overwhelming kindness. He pushes his face against Momo's neck and gives him a soft squeeze. ]
Thank you... so much. You came all the way out here and... how do I repay this? I have no idea.
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He squeezes back, rocking the both of them side to side. ]
Don't worry about it. You can repay me by making up with Dextera! Let me see both of you smiling soon, okay?
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He lets out a sigh and shifts in his arms. ]
I should let you return home but... I do not want to. It's selfish, I know.
[ But still, he has to be responsible, so he starts to peel himself back. ]
If I make you stay out in the cold longer, you will get sick. So, you should return now.
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[ A sigh-laugh, exasperated but endeared. Momo doesn’t stop Sinistra from pulling back, but he does rub Sinistra’s shoulders with his palms. Trying to warm him up. ]
I can stay out here if you want, no problem! But I probably won’t be able to do anything but stand outside your window, and that’d be kinda creepy.
[ He laughs about it, bright and exuberant. ]
I’ll have my laptop right next to my bed, so call me over if you need me, okay? No buts, no sorrys, no feeling bad.
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You will get sick. It is better to go home.
[ he nods this time and backs up a step before touching Momo's face with his cold palm. ]
I understand. Thank you, Momo. Rest well and good night.
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If Sinistra felt small in his arms, he seems even more transient just standing there. A thin man with haunted eyes, bisected from a whole. His fingers were cold against Momo's cheek.
Still, Momo smiles. Even when he can barely make out Sinistra's expression in the dark, Momo grins with the entirety of his body, hands cupped around his mouth before they extend into the sky to wave. ]
—Sinistra!
I'm rooting for you!
[ You can do it, you can do it. With that mental exchange of karma, Momo turns on his heels and disappears around the corner. ]