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When Tenna blinked awake, it was already morning time - or as close to it as the Underground ever got. He stretched his hand, expecting to curl his fingers into soft, warm feathers, already planning his bargain for five more minutes together.
Instead, he touched a cold side of the bed, with a note on it. The words were written in big, bold, blocky letters that even his poor eyesight could make out, and his heart stuttered at his husband's handwriting. Some parts were marked out, making them unreadable to his broken screen. But the rest of it...
'Dearest Tenna,
I'm coming bac
I'm sor
Repair tools are on the dresser. You won't need them, though, because we fixed you up last week, and I'll be back by the end of the month. I swear it.
Don't take out your repairs
I'm so sorr
Take care of yourself. You've got our savings, buy anything you need to. Who knows, after this job we might be rich and free
I love you. I promise I'm coming back to you soon. I'm sorry I'm so
Your Big Shot,
Spamton G. Spamton
Tenna swallowed. His hand shook, but the papers didn't even crease as he laid them back down.
He gave himself the five more minutes in bed. Let himself shut down his screen and pretend the warmth of his electricity was from a little bird he loved.
Then Tenna hauled himself up, unsteadily buttoned his shirt, and opened up shop. The word 'more' echoed in every smile he gave his customers, in every piece of scrap he dug out of the junkyard.
There was nothing more for Tenna now. But he hoped Spamton could find what he wanted.