[ Those were some thoughts that he would need to sort through when he was sober. As it was he felt like he was barely awake but it wasn't like he was going to admit that out loud. ]
...I think I owe you like...a million times or something now...
I will not! I'm not gonna leave the flat and I'm not gonna use my phone!
[ Especially not after he looks through all of his embarrassing messages. That squeeze was comforting, though, Mista glancing toward him with a half-smile. ]
...seriously, thanks again, I'm glad we've got each other.
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[ Those were some thoughts that he would need to sort through when he was sober. As it was he felt like he was barely awake but it wasn't like he was going to admit that out loud. ]
...I think I owe you like...a million times or something now...
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I don't do this expecting anything back. I do it because I give a shit about you. All right?
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[ A lean back, Mista shaking his head idly. ]
You can go if you want, I'm really good now, not even gonna touch my phone again.
[ If he knew he could get away with it, maybe not ever. ]
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[He gives one last squeeze of Mista's shoulders.]
...We got each other. That's what matters right now.
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[ Especially not after he looks through all of his embarrassing messages. That squeeze was comforting, though, Mista glancing toward him with a half-smile. ]
...seriously, thanks again, I'm glad we've got each other.
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[He looks down at Mista after he stands, then grins crookedly before leaning down to lightly bump his forehead against Mista's.]
Me too. Get some sleep.
[At that, he makes his leave for now.]