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We know that, but we care about you. And you can call anytime. [That will get her into trouble eventually when his confidence returns, won't it?]

That's what friends are for.

[ he'll go in for a hair ruffle because you're sad. how much did you miss those. ]

[ So much. Sascha's eyes go wide and he stares up at Winn in surprise, not having expected it after what had happened between them. It's so...nostalgic, the way he wants things to be. The way they were before.

His chest swells withe motion and if he possessed the ability to, he might've even gotten teary-eyed.

He doesn't so what he can do instead is hug Kitty tighter, to keep from trying to hug Winn. Because he wants to after that, and badly. ]

.....

[She rubs his back after seeing and feeling just how much Winn's gesture meant to him.] It's okay, Sascha.

[ he's not really sure what he should do here now, so he's just gonna take a small step back and stand here, looking almost as awkward as he feels. ]

I'm sorry... [ For being like this. Emotional? Being touched by their comfort? Having to depend on them like this. He feels bad for making them worry and not being his usually bubbly self, but that's been a hard thing to muster since remembering.

He never tries to remember. ]

Hey, no, you don't have anything to be sorry about, okay? You didn't do this. It's the Atroma. [Both things were.

She feels a torn seeing Winn looking so awkward and not knowing how to help him. She looks at him with questioning eyes to see if he knows.]

[ he has no idea. he feels helpless himself - torn between wanting to comfort sascha, to wanting to leave and let kitty handle it, to wanting to keep an eye on him, to feeling guilty that it's gone on this long to begin with, to...just too many things, he's torn apart. ]

You don't have to be happy around us, that's the beauty of friends.

[ hello pot, have you met kettle? I think you two will find you have much in common! ]

But I want to be happy... I wanna talk about good stuff with you and Winn and I don't wanna be sad that he won't wake up anymore. [ He wants to be able to hug Winn like he's hugging Kitty, or at the very least hold his hand or something. Anything like what the normal used to be between them. ]

It's just really hard when someone is in one of these comas and you want them to wake up more than anything. [She doesn't even like thinking about when Winn was out. It feels like those days didn't even pass for her and yet they felt so indescribably long too.]

We all wanna be happy.

[ what he wouldn't give for some simple uncomplicated happy, for even just a day. ]

But it's okay not to be, talking to your friends is how you get there.

[ he would let him hold his hand, if he tried. ]

[ Well in that case, Sascha might just let one hand leave Kitty's back to sort of hesitate in the air halfway towards Winn before he catches himself. ]

...He'll wake up right? 'Cause Winn woke up, and so did everyone else who went to sleep.

...I hope so. [She wants to just say yes, but Logan didn't. He just disappeared. She never saw him again.] Most people do. [She watches Sascha's hand and then looks to Winn, nervous about how he might feel.]

[ he's not sure how he feels, but it doesn't matter right now, does it? so he takes that hand because that's what he should do. ]

Whatever happens, you've got us.

[ Winn, Sascha could kiss you. If that wouldn't make things unbearable awkward and all, I mean. For now? He'll restrain himself to holding Winn's firmly and offering him the most surprise, but grateful of expressions. He'll give it a small squeeze and bury his face again. ]

Do you think he'll wake up soon?

[Oh, why do you keep asking things that make her want to tell you that everything is going to be great and there will be rainbows and kittens and fluffy something or other.]

It varies. [It lasts longer than the glitches or it can.] But we're still here for you no matter how long it is like Winn said.

[ please don't kiss him, sascha, it would make it entirely impossible for him to be there for you like he's trying to. he gives his hand a little squeeze in return. he knows this pain all too well, knows that nothing they say is really going to help, nothing but seeing the person you care about so deeply awake and safe again would. ]

[ He'll have to settle for those hand-squeezes, alas. Winn's perfect lips will have to wait for another day.

Preferably a happier one. ]

And...I can really call anytime? Even if it's late?

Yes. [She gives Winn an apologetic look, but see how sad Sascha is? And when do they ever sleep anyway?] Whenever you need.

[ with his luck, he'll be asleep exactly when he calls, but he nods all the same. does he really have a choice here? he thought not. and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt of saying something different. taking care of yourself is for losers. ]

[ High-five to that Winn, only not because, you know, he's holding your hand. Which incidentally? Gets another small squeeze as he unconscious rubs his thumb over the back of it. ]

But not...visiting. Yeah?

I'll visit you, Sascha. [She knows that's not what he means and it makes her heart hurt.]

[ well, they're in the kitchen, he's sure they can find a literal knife to run through his heart to go along with this feeling. ]

Just...call first. [ said through gritted teeth. he can go somewhere else, if need be. hank never sleeps either and he's worried about him anyway, he can just show up at his lab. ]

--Winn? [ Wait, is he saying what Sascha thinks he is saying... is he going to be allowed back onto the Windrose or Tourist again? ]

[She looks curiously at Winn too.] You heard him. Just call first.