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Wind lashed at him as he drove. His grip tightened on the hand clutch. Memories flashed before Stone's very eyes.
Him and the doctor when he first got assigned to the man. The relentless torment of Robotnik was now just a mere found memory. He knew he shouldn't considering the doctor was trying to get him to quit.
Then there was the first time the doctor looked at him without that piercing glare. Instead, Robotnik's eyes were softer with a warm brown like the latte he had given him that fateful day.
He could feel tears prick his eyes before they shortly fell. The wind carried the droplets away. Each one glistened in the moonlight. His head fell as he sobbed.
Stone wished his head was spinning. He wish he wasn't sober. It would make this easier. He could move on easier. He twisted the hand clutch. The engine reved below him. The smell of gas filled his senses. The dark smoke felt like it coiled around him from the exhaust.
He forced himself to look up, seeing just a straight empty road. The world passed him at speeds that he could barely process.
He lightened one of his hands to wipe his puffy eyes. A soft sob left him only to be muffled by his motorcycle. He felt warm arms wrapped around his waist. A head placed on his shoulder.
"We're never coming home," A familiar voice spoke up. Those once violent hands felt soothing for once. He could feel his eyes start to droop as he leaned back.
Stone could feel a hand being raised to rake through his hair. He remembered when it used to grab him by his hair. Shoving him onto the ground for whatever mistake he had made.
He was letting go. He was finally finding peace. This weight was falling off his shoulders. The wind didn't feel so harsh anymore. The cold night air felt like a warm blanket wrapped around him.
"You and I are done!"
It would all be over.
"I already lost you once...I can't lose you again,"
He wouldn't have to lose anything again.
"..dedicating my final Livestream to one very special henchman; Agent Stone."
Nothing had to be final.
"I'll miss your lattes with steamed Austrian goat milk...I LOVE the way YOU make em!"
Why would Stone ever have to miss something. He would be waiting for him. Just like he always does with that annoyed expression.
"Well I guess this is it,"
Stone guessed that this was it.
"Thanks for nothing everything"
The straight road ended. The bike sped up the ramp up the mountain. When a turn came up, Stone let go of the hand clutches. Instead wrapping his arms around himself as his bike ramed through the railings.
Stone felt himself smile and closed his eyes. He was holding onto his doctor. Whatever would happen, he knew he would be alright. His doctor was by his side. His doctor was by his side. His doctor was by his side. His doctor was by his side. His doctor was by his side.
Stone opened his eyes one final time. Seeing the sky above him. His tears glistened as they seemed to fly above him. "We're never coming home..." Stone choked out, letting out a sigh as he accepted his situation.
It was all going to be over. He was reuniting with his doctor. Reuniting with his Ivo. Then he felt nothing.
He was finally with his Ivo. He didn't have to lose his doctor again.