Room 401, Tuesday Morning

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All things considered, Alec didn't really have that much to pack. Sure, he'd acquired a few new weapons and things over the past two years, like a nice yew longbow and some girl clothes from a sexswap weekend and a lone yellow sock that had tumbled out of his sheets one time when he was doing laundry. But he got everything packed up relatively

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[myownface]

Sparkle had a very set list of things that needed to be done today. He'd spent the night in a warehouse and his morning poking around human remains. He needed a shower. Badly. He also needed to drink himself blind, smoke about four packs of cigarettes, and to feed the cat - he never did get the cat food he'd set out for last night - and a million and one other things.

But before any of that, he needed to knock on Alec's door. Radio had said something about him going soon, and he didn't want to miss one last chance to stand around awkwardly, pretending he knew what to say.

... He didn't so much knock on the door as he thumped his forehead against it once.

[not_trivial]

"Come in," Alec called.

His bags were packed and his garbage can was overflowing. It all looked very final.

[myownface]

Really super final, Sparkle noted, as he opened the door and peered inside.

"The big moving day, huh?"

Sparkle's voice didn't just crack a little, there. That was a trick of the light. Ignore how nothing worked that way, ever, at all.

"Must be excited to be getting back to New York."

A beat.

"Hey."

[not_trivial]

"I am," Alec said with a sigh of relief. It didn't really occur to him that that might not sound all that sensitive. "It's been a long time since I've been back, so it'll be good to be home. You should come visit me sometime."

It didn't occur to him that that would sound kind of weird either.