“i’m leaving next week,” rowen says, the words tumble out of him quickly. he hates goodbyes, he’s terrible at them - and yet he’s been forced through way too many of them in the past few days, “i’ve avoided going there for too long, and it’s - with me now being the only heir they - they need me there,” he takes a second to breathe. why did he always manage to get overemotional around sera? “and i don’t want to go, not really. it’s - i have to, i know i have to but - but i like it here, with everyone. i don’t want to be alone again,” he pauses, “please tell me i’m an idiot or something, like everything’s normal, it’ll make me feel better.”