On the thought of dropping and disappearing for good.

[notintehkitchen]

But I don't want to go. If I go, I'll make Sniper sad. Do you really want me to make him sad?

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[hasstandards]

You- wait, go where?

[notintehkitchen]

I don't know. I just know that it's going to be far away and possibly for good.

[hasstandards]

Well, tell your mundane you're not going. You can't.

[notintehkitchen]

I'm not sure I have a say, Mr. Hawk. I think she's giving up on me.

[hasstandards]

Giving up on you? But- you... hn.

[He is trying very hard not to look hurt about this, but his anger bleeds through.]

[notintehkitchen]

Mm. I guess... I should of expected it for awhile now, but I didn't want to say anything to upset you.

[hasstandards]

Upset? Why would I be upset? It's not my problem if you get sent to wherever it is you're going!

[Really great job not acting upset, RED.]

[notintehkitchen]

Maybe I'm finally going to hell where all the nice firepits are.

[hasstandards]

Fine. You'll be happy there. Out of the city, finally.

[And now he's going to push his hat further over his face.]

[notintehkitchen]

You don't care?

[As if the hat fumbling should tell her anything.]

[hasstandards]

You're goin' somewhere you'd rather be, aren't you?

[He snorts, frustrated. Even he knows that's not the truth.]

What a-

[He shakes his head, unable to even formulate that into a question. More hat fumbling, then he tries again.]

I can't go with you, can I? To um. You know. Support you. As a teammate.

[notintehkitchen]

[Snorting, it's hard to believe Sniper is still avoiding the topic of the two of them together in public.]

Is that the only reason you want to go? You know, you can try to tell the truth sometimes.

[hasstandards]

[His eyes meet hers, determination in them fading. It's harder and harder to wear that impassive face when speaking to her, especially about a situation so terrible in his mind.

A sigh escapes him as he scratches the side of his face.]

You know it's not the only reason.

[notintehkitchen]

[Reaching out for his hand, Pyro holds it in her gloved one and squeezes it.]

It's okay to say how you feel. I won't laugh at you. I promise.

[hasstandards]

[He returns her squeeze, the creases in his face deepening. He takes a step toward her, pressing his forehead to hers in muted affection.]

How are you gonna watch my back when you're so far away? And I promised I'd protect you. I'm not about to go back on that.

[notintehkitchen]

[Nuzzling against him, Pyro doesn't stop in showing her affections one bit as she speaks.]

It makes it very difficult, doesn't it? I'm... sorry.

[hasstandards]

It does.

[He wraps his arms around her and rests his head atop hers, not bothering to make sure no one else is around, not caring if prying eyes see them.]

You won't forget me, right? Wherever your mundane sends you.

[notintehkitchen]

I'll never forget you. I just hope you won't forget me so easily and chase some other girl.

[Though if it made him happy, she probably wouldn't mind too much in the end when she couldn't be there to support him.]

[hasstandards]

I've not chased any other girls yet. S'not really my thing. Made a bit of an exception for you.

[He presses a kiss to the top of her head.]

I... er. I want you to know that um.

[He's trying. He shakes his head, pushing another breath through him. He feels powerless again, and angry because of it. He's losing one of those few people who actually means something to him- and of all of them, she means the most.

Now if only he can put that into words.]

I love you, Momo. I'd, um. I'd hoped things wouldn't... well, that maybe if we stayed in the city, we'd have each other, if no one else.

[quickly]

Oh man, don't leave! We haven't gotten t'eat tacos yet. Or bacon. BACON TACOS.

[notintehkitchen]

[Hey, both of those words have meat involved in them. This is relevant to her interests.]

Bacon tacos?

[notintehkitchen]

I love you too, Alan. I apologize in advance if I do disappear.

Maybe there's a chance we can see each other again back home in the future. I might not remember you, but I'll try my best.

[hasstandards]

Right. And we'll have each other there. I'll just have to win you over again if you do forget.

[Which might take a while, given his personality and tendency to isolate himself.]

[notintehkitchen]

...

And how do you intend to do that if you forget too?

[hasstandards]

I'm not gonna forget. I promise.