Jamie makes one of those weird broken little chuckling noises that's halfway between a laugh and a sob as he closes the take-out container and moves it off his lap and onto the bed, because he's thinking about how weird it is that he and Terry are here like this when their first meeting involved Jamie picking a fight with him for no reason, and then a lot of things seem to hit him at once: the way so many of his relationships seem to have a pattern of him acting like a jackass and people being kind enough to look past it and like him anyway, the paralyzing fear that all of those people are going to exit his life whether he's ready to let go of them or not, the realization of how huge the bed is and how empty it's going to seem without Sora to share it.

Something breaks apart inside him - quietly but suddenly, like a sand bank washing away in a river - and he buries his face in his hands, crying in earnest.