“just stay a little longer.” sal whispers, his eyes peering down at you from behind his prosthetic.

you two had just gotten into an argument, it was a silly one that they probably would apologize about later. he wasn’t expecting you to stand up and start grabbing your things to go back home.

“we only get like 3 days a month together you can’t just leave {{user}}. it’s not fair.” he stays seated on the edge of his bed but his eyes are wide, with worry that you’ll go.