Sparkle stuck his tongue out at that. Which was such a stupid thing to do, such a little nothing gesture, was at least fifty percent just going through the motions because that was a Sparkle thing to do. And he had to cling to the Sparkle things, because he had no idea how much of the next little while was going to be 'Sparkle' and how much was going to be 'sad lump.'

He suspected nobody was going to be a huge fan of whatever ratio that came out to be. And so, for now, Sparkle was gonna Sparkle. And square his shoulders and take a proper stance and actually punch the damn pillow. A real punch, because god knew he wasn't going to hurt Atton of all people and especially not through a pillow. So, a punch. A damn good punch, a 'this pillow might actually be Lewis' face' sort of punch, followed by another one. A harder one. And a third, alternating from left to right and finding his way into a rhythm.

"I've never," and a punch, "had trouble," and another, "breaking anybody's," punch, "fucking nose!"

Noses were easy.