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[matadorable]

If you're hearing this message, I am probably not here. Or I am furiously pressing every button I can because I forgot how this thing works. One of the two! Either way, I will get back to you...eventually.

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[medalsome]

[Joaquin sighs and rubs his face.]

Fair enough. But I don't have to like it.

[He pulls away and goes back into the bathroom to retrieve his eyepatch. Once he has it back in place he turns to face Manolo again.]

I know what you're saying and I get it. But while you're here why don't you just... enjoy what you have, okay? You're not registered and you have your guitar. Just... be the guitarista you always wanted to be.

[matadorable]

[Manolo is a little relieved to see Joaquin with the eyepatch again, if only because he doesn't want his friend to be tormented with images he can't control.

He just wishes he could give Joaquin some actual relief without making promises he was sure to break sooner or later.]

I won't go looking for fights, if that's what you mean. [He gives a dry smile.] Believe it or not, I don't have a death wish. I'd much rather play music than get caught in a battlefield, but we're imPorts now, and sometimes those things are gonna overlap.

[medalsome]

I know. I know! I just...

[But it was hopeless to say things like "I just want you to be alive and happy." Because Manolo was alive now so he didn't see any problems. And he was happy as long as he was doing what was right. Joaquin just wished he could be that reassured.]

... I just need some sleep.

[matadorable]

Okay. [He takes a deep breath, floundering for something else to say, but in the end he just sighs and nods.] Okay...

[He picks his guitar up and starts heading toward the door. Before he leaves, though, he turns toward Joaquin one more time.]

Good night, brother.

[medalsome]

Goodnight, Manolo. Try to get some sleep.

[matadorable]

Alright. You too. [With one last nod, he slips out into the hallway, quietly shutting the door behind him.]