Ehhh... If you say so... ;_;
HippieHobo looked through the window of Darryl. He did not live there anymore, but he could watch. He could see. He could feel. He felt Darryl weeping under the sweet embrace of his batman sheets. HippieHobo wanted to comfort him. He was afraid to reach for him. Why if he doesn´t need him?
He let a long, heartfelt sight cross his ethereal lungs. His unconsciously crossed the window. Be could get in. He would get it.