Jet looks up, a sad wobble in his ailerons. He doesn't know how long it's been, but every day he's checked his Tumblr (his own Tumblr that Sammy got him!!) to see if anyone sent questions. But his inbox stayed empty. "Why's no one hewe..? Whewe's my fwens..?" Sam kneels down, gently rubbing his chin with their long fingers. Their face, hidden by a mask as usual, has a sad gleem.
"That's just what happens, baby. People forget ask blogs exist, and move on. But they won't forget you."
Jet gives a soft, strangled whimper, burying his nose into Sam's sweater.
"B-but- but I thought p-peopwe wiked m-me... I-I... I wiked them too, s-so they w-wike me, w-wigh'..?"
Sam gently lifts him up, rubbing a hand along his back.
"They do, promise. Let's go see papa, okay? You'll be okay."
They slowly walk away from the computer, while a few small tears start going down Jet's face.
JET BEBE PLS DON'T CRY!!!! WE ALL LOVE YOU!!!!
Res is busy with her thesis rn so she can't bring me to see you often :") but don't worry! I'll still be here for you!
And trust me, when Res met one of her moots last week, both of them talked about how cute you are! You're loved by everyone!
I'll be bringing Gramps Cougar and your uncles+aunts the next time I visit you dw :3
Jet sniffles, quickly jumping from Sam's arms to press his face into your plating. He sniffles softly, mumbling something unintelligible before reverting back to soft whimpers and beeps like before he met Blade.
*I detach my water tank, lowering my landing gears to bring my face to your level. I nudge and nuzzle you with my muzzle gently, trying to comfort you.*
There there, little J... Mama isn't going anywhere.
