"Seems like it, yeah." It shoved its hands in its pockets.

"Oh I know it is, but aren't we all?" It patted 007's shoulder. It turned back to the shadows. "Please, let the soppy one finish what it was saying. What do you want?"

"You get stuff like that too sometimes? Are you okay?" Even to these collective pricks it did want to be understanding.

"I don't wanna believe that." It decided to the shadows. "But laugh all you like."

Ink leaned lightly against it. "It feels strange. You've been so kind to me and I've just been dreading you turning on me." Ink looked up at it. "That's not gonna happen, right? You're gonna stay?"
Ink could never quite admit its messed up doppelganger brought it a lot more comfort than it'd have alone. But it could try. Half-assing it was better than not at all, right?