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Momo shouldn't have believed the other companions, who he considered abandoned, told him. Doc was back. His ever so loyal partner, after whoever long it was, was indeed back. He wouldn't believe the others, but he believed his processors and RAM when he looked at him.
The man, or companion, was back, in front of them. Doc was back, and he didn't even notice Momo, he was busying himself with tweaking the Defluxor, which Momo recognized from all that time ago.
He suspected from what Zbaltazar and Doc told him that if he were a softone, his heart would be in his throat. He reached out for him, his fingers inches away from him, he retracted his hand back, pulling it close to his chest. Momo stiffened as Doc looked up at him, his eyes gazing across the room, somehow passing Momo's clanky robotic body, just standing there. The other companion looked down back at his work, Momo relaxed for a split second before Doc fumbled with his work and frantically looked up. They stared at each other, their silence thick, only Doc's footsteps broke the uncomfortable quiet that separated the two of them.
“Doc?” Momo murmured, taking a step forwards, a look of bewilderment flashed on his face. They were standing face to face, or screen to screen. For the first time in however years it has been, they'd seen each other, heard each other's voice, and touched another. What wait? Doc was pulling Momo in a spine crushing hug, when he tried to pull away, the scientist only tightened his grip.
“Momo,” he replied. His voice was still as soothing as it was the day he had left. A bit rusted and scratched, but nothing out of the ordinary. Momo rested his head on Doc’s shoulder, melting and sinking into the hug
“I missed you,” Doc beeped, “so much, I'm so sorry I left, I really didn't think I would be gone for that long, I regretted it once I figured out I couldn't leave.”
With a heart on his screen, Momo pulled away from Doc’s embrace, his hands on his shoulders. He gently bonked their monitors together, pressing their screens together.
Doc’s screen flashed an exclamation mark, then a heart as well. Doc moved his hands up closer to Momo’s monitor, one hand on the side of the monitor, the other on his neck.
His hand slithered up to the back of the head, accidentally pulling the hat off. They pulled away, looking at each other and trying to process what just happened.
“That's new,” Momo let out a bzzt, “totally, new.”