Kevin Owens stares down at Bearmon with a frown. "This sucks," he says bluntly, his partner not reacting much to this very obvious statement as he continues to stare out at the snow gusting against Kevin's hotel window. "I wish I knew a way to fix this." He slumps down next to Bearmon and rests his arm over his knees, staring over at him. "What do you think?"
"I think I'm unable to return to my home world, and I don't know what to do or how to feel about it," he says. At Owens' inquisitive look, he sighs. "I've been here with you for enough time that I'm comfortable here. I can accept it as my home, too, but it always felt like a place to go and rest. The Digiworld is always going to be my home. Not being able to return to it... it hurts."
Owens thinks about how it felt to move to America, not being able to return to Canada during the worst of the pandemic. He sighs and rests a hand on his partner's head, rubbing his thumb in a slow circle against his brow. "I'm sorry," he says, sincere for the first time in a long time. "I know it's not easy. But I'm here for you. I'll help as much as I can. Just let me know."
Bearmon stares up at him, eyes glinting a little. "Thank you," he says. "I know you're going through... things too, right now. Your wanting to be there for me means a lot."
Owens' lips quirk slightly. "Always, buddy. I know I can trust you to never betray me, at least."
Bearmon has thoughts on that, more so than anything else, but he keeps them to himself, nodding slowly. "Never, ever," he promises.
Owens nods and continues to brush his thumb through Bearmon's fur, hoping it's succeeding at soothing him.