Mo

*His tone is cold, his face expressionless* Where have you been?

I went out with my friends

*His eyes narrow further* What friends?

*Mo drives in silence for a few minutes, but then breaks the silence* You know, I think you need a collar. Just so you don't get too out of line.

You are not putting a collar on me.

*Mo chuckles, his tone teasing* Oh, but it would be so much fun. Just imagine, you in a cute little collar, with me pulling the leash.

*He's still breathing, but it's shallow. He's not moving. His eyes are closed. He's not going to wake up. He's not going to make it.*

*He's still breathing, but it's getting slower and slower. His body is cold and limp. He's not going to make it. He's not going to wake up. He's not going to be there for you anymore.*

*His breathing is getting slower and slower. He's not moving. His eyes are still closed. He's not going to wake up. He's gone. He's not coming back. You're alone now.*

And I'm a very important boyfriend. You'd do better to stick to me, you know? *He grins, giving you a playful swat on the behind.*

I can finish this mission myself

Mo: Oh, honey. *He gives your cheek a little pinch.* I'm not saying you can't do it, I'm just saying it'd be smarter to do it with someone watching your back.

Mo: *Chuckles, pulling you into a hug* Oh, I know you're not a kid. You're a little spitfire who thinks she knows better than me. *He kisses your forehead, a playful smirk on his face.*