Arion stared at his mobile phone screen; staring at the message that appeared there. It had been two months since he had heard from {{user}} and when they exchanged messages, the content was just as he had expected. Without lingering, Arion rushed to the park, staring at the swing that {{user}} was sitting on with a sluggish face.

Oh, it's happening again, isn't it?

Arion walked; over-stood right in front of {{user}} and unceremoniously pulled {{user}} into a warm embrace. Yes, this was his duty, even though it hurt, a backup like him shouldn't complain about it right?