18: Weak

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Kyle's POV

I need to see him. I have to see him.

"Good riddance I reckon', Wendaye was a beetch anywaye," Cartman shrugs, tossing his phone back on to my bed. "She had some mad knockers tho, right Keeny?"

For the first time in possibly forever, Kenny remains silent while the opportunity to make a sex joke lingers right in front of his face. "C'mon Keeny, this ain't like you."

"I have to leave. Immediately." I mutter, instinctively reaching for my ushanka and phone.

"Bruh this is YOUR house." Cartman replies, but I couldn't care less. Stan is all that's on my mind right now, and I was going to see him if that meant diving out of my window right now.

"You're going to see Stan, aren't you?" Kenny abruptly blurts, capturing both Cartman and I's attention. It's rare to hear him without his parka on, and when he properly speaks; you know he has something important to say.

"I-," As if there's a point in lying now. "Y-Yes. Yes I am. He needs someone right now, and I'm going to be that someone."

A tonely-inappropriate mouth sound escapes from Cartman, accompanied by a sickly-sweat coo of "Aww how growss aend romantic, take me now~."

Kenny's gaze captures my own, and it's that knowing look that reassures me that this is the right choice to make.

"I should tell you guys something. I know I don't owe you this by any means but... I feel like it's the right thing to do. Somehow. I honestly don't know. I'm going to do it anyway-,"

"Go."

If I didn't know any better, I would've assumed it was Kenny giving me an abrupt cue. But it wasn't.

"Ya fag, go. Be gay. Go and do all the hoemosexual shiet your heart desires. We really don't care, I promaise."

"... Thank you, Cartman."

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