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[there's a cyborg with a gym bag wheeling his motorbike up to the barrier]

[his face currently looks like this: :^((((]

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...you're leaving.

I gotta. Sorry.

Don't apologize, idiot. It's not your fault you get to go back into the outside world and do the hero thing.

Wendy, you...

[looking at a loss for words. Then his face lights up, like he just remembered something, and he pulls a stupid origami heart that's really badly made, like, I mean, it barely even looks like a heart, jesus, Jet, out of one of his pockets and shoves it at her]

[just looks down at it for a long couple of seconds before gently tucking it away in a pocket. She starts to say something but stops, shaking her head.]

[and just grabs him for a hug instead]

[THE HEART SAYS 'BFFs' ON IT IN CRAYON OK!! YOU BETTER TREASURE IT]

[going stiff for a moment before he leans in and wraps his arms around her in return]

Gonna miss you so damn much.

[SUCH AN ARTIST, JET]

[the tightest hug 8(]

Me too. Who's going to make stupid cooking choices with me now, huh?

[laugh.]

Maybe me leavin' is for your safety.

[can you hug someone and punch their arm at the same time? YOU CAN IF YOU'RE WENDY]

Yeah, right. I'm not the one who crash landed twice, and once as a dolphin.

Let's never speak about the last part. Ever.

I'm gonna treasure that memory always.

You're a bad person.

Absolutely the worst.

Hey, you can do weird inter-dimensional stuff with your job 'nd everything, right? Think your stuffy dadboss will mind if you visit once in a while when you finally get home?

He'll mind, but as long as we save one or more dimensions during each visit I think he'll suck it up and deal with a minimum of complaining.

Will it help if I vouch that my dimension always needs a heckofalotta savin'? Not that I can't handle it, but y'know.

'Course you can handle it. But a little help from your friends is always appreciated, right?

Makes it more fun.

And I'm just sayin': I got a floor and a couch. Super fancy.

Calling dibs on that couch right now.

Guess it's settled then.

Sure is.

So there's no point in getting all mushy, here, since it's only a matter of time until we're kicking some mad scientist's ass using awesome teamwork as only we can.

... Guess not, huh?

[grabbing her and hugging her again]

[we huggin']

Thanks for everything.

[not letting go :^'(]

Guess I should split.