Otacon just let it go, since it just wasn't worth it. His heart hurt too much. He wanted to be in a safe space and curl up against his partner, if he were... real... if anything were real here, it wasn't him. Not anymore, not like that.

His fingers dipped under his glasses to rub his eyes, which hurt from sadness that wasn't forming into tears. Just there, putting pressure on them.

"Okay, Mr. Super Spy, which way did you come from? I'm useless at this kinda thing, not without some kinda computer in front of me."