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The snow really is beautiful but I think I'm ready for it to clear up. I'm tired of my feet being wet when I walk to work and besides, I can't wait for spring. I can play soccer then even though there isn't a team here. Still, there's nothing quite like kicking a ball around when the weather is just perfect.

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Mamoru shook his head softly.

"It's your apartment, Ken. I can find another easily enough."

Strangely, now that the moment had passed he found it easier to keep his emotions pulled back.

He heard the withdrawl in Mamoru's voice and knew it was pretty much a done deal.

".. alright. I'll.. help you move, if you want. I'm good with boxes..."

It wasn't done at all for him. Just because it was easier to stay calm didn't mean he couldn't feel how much it hurt. He thought he might be physically sick if he stayed much longer, but Ken could coax him back if he tried.

"I don't have that much."

".... yeah. I guess not. I mean... since you haven't been back long."

Ken wanted to ask him to stay but he was so damn scared. He knew his voice was rough with the effort not to cry.

Maybe after some time apart, they could fix it. But tonight, it would be better if he went.

"I'll take care of it tomorrow, when you're at the Koneko." He said finally. "I'll sleep in my room for tonight."

"Yeah. Of course."

He tucked his arms around himself, unable to look up at him.

"You taking Bandit with you?"

"I imagine she'd rather stay with you." The dog hadn't been particularly keen on him since his return.

"I'll be happy to keep her then. I'm kinda fond of her now."

Mamoru nodded, trying to swallow. His throat felt too dry and burned.

"I'm going to bed."

Nodding slowly, Ken mumbled a 'night' before he padded towards his room.

Mamoru went the other way, not expecting to get a lot of sleep.

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