" Hey. You aren't fooling around with your little girlfriend?"
Prima didn't answer Nova, splayed out on his bed. He looked, to put it mildly, like a wreck.
" What are you so messed up about?"
He didn't move, but at the very least, replied.
" ... I wanted to take Kou with us," he said after a moment. " ...But I can't."
Nova sighed deeply and leaned on the doorframe.
" It's not the end of the world. You can still call and message her, you know? It's not exactly the same, but..."
" I slept with her and I feel like some sort of cheap jerk running away."
" It's only a DASS year," Nova said. " It'll pass by really quickly. And if you still like her, you can find some way to have her aboard."
He sat down next to him.
" Stuff gets messy when you're always going from place to place."
There was a lengthy silence.
" If you want to talk about stuff, you can talk to me."
He sounded really awkward and uncertain for once, like it begrudged him to say it.