The awkwardness filled the room, soaking into everything. Fisher stood up and wandered over to the platters that had held their room service, sipping down the dregs of Raquel's strawberry milkshake just to occupy himself. He didn't really know what to do. He didn't know how to say goodbye. He'd never said goodbye right, usually he was just kicked out, shoved aside, pushed into the background. Instinct said to make people dislike him because why would you say goodbye if people still cared? He couldn't promise he'd be back, or that they'd see one another often. He didn't know what the future held.
"Look, Rocky," he started, setting the glass down. "I'm still gonna be in touch. I mean I won't be right there next to you, but I'm not... abandoning you or anything. You can call me whenever and text me and all that.It's not gonna be as bad as you think. Okay?"