brandloyalty | [ic; goodbye and good night]

[is in the process of cleaning up all of his stuff]

[holds out a hand]

Come here.

[oh god]

Your hand--

Yours, too. Come.

[opens his arms]

[practically running to him]

Can't we stop it?

[cradles him in his arms]

I'm not sure. We did say our goodbyes.

. . . I know. I'm glad we did. But I still wanted to fight.

I know.

Luka . . . I'm so glad you can still hold me.

I'll hold you until we're back, and even then I won't let go.

. . . . . thank you.

[just holds him tighter until they both fade away]