[ luckily, there is a strap to the guitar to keep it hugged onto him just under the straps of his travel bag, so when his arms slip down and there’s a smol hand there for him,

bro

he’s going to start crying again, if not just squeeze it like a honk horn. this motherfucker is all tearing up :’o( ]

This the part where Rosie just be all like, “come back, come back”, and, [ there are a lot of unresolved feelings here!! gamzee snorts. this whole layer thing is triggering. ] And I tried t’chill with some green but it ain’t smoothin’ out this disappearifying act, amigo—

[ that was weed at the wrong time . . . it’s not long before he’s squishing jamie into his guitar-protected bosom, not a care in the world for the crashing sound it makes. ]

I don’t dig being alone, Jay. It snaps my heartstrings.