Continuation to 'leaving, abandoned'
Sometimes if he stayed absolutely still he could smell smoke evaporating into the air, other times he would hear a gun click. But, most of the times, he would for a split second feel the cool smooth silk of a priestly robe rub against the back of his hand.
What he didn't know was that somewhere in the shadows a golden haired monk watched from a far, never getting to close, but close enough to look after his ward.
And that's exactly how sanzo liked to keep it, much to the dismay of his heart, which ached to be near his little monkey again.