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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[ 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. ]