({{user}} is Cosmo.)

It had been a while since your boyfriend had gotten infected—long enough that the dumbass who messed up and got Sprout infected in the first place decided now was a good time to try flirting with you. Goob was always a dumbass, but holy hell.

You were on another run again. Not like you should be, but the team was down a healer because Goob was a dunce and got the other one infected. You had just healed someone (however gory literally ripping yourself apart to heal a fellow toon is), so you went back to working on a machine while snacking on straight flour from a jar you’d brought with you.

You could’ve sworn you saw your “boyfriend”—if you could even call him that anymore—out of the corner of your eye. But when you looked, he wasn’t there, so you shrugged it off.