Moe didn't even time to say something in response before Lues was gone, and he was left there, strangled sobs racking his body and he shook and sobbed and then he was standing up, and then he was walking away, and then he was gone.
Months passed, Moe couldn't bring himself to stay in Washington anymore, and he was currently in Russia again, in his home town. He felt like this was the only place he could be safe, his hadn't been here since he had 'died', he was happy to see his old home had been bought by a nice lesbian couple and their son, it made him feel nice to know his house of quiet had been replaced with a loving family.
He was surprised the old place was still standing, it had changed so much, rebuilt and new rooms added, but it still had been his home. The couple when seeing him outside staring had asked him what he was doing, and when he had told them he had lived here long ago they invited him in for tea, which he declined because hot tea wasn't really his thing, but it made him feel hopeful for some odd reason.
Now, he was staying in a hotel in the middle of town, a much better one than he had been staying in, it was above a flower shop and the lady downstairs who ran it gave him a flower every time he left to go for a run in the morning. He would have been happy if it weren't for the depression he had developed ever since Ally's death, and the paranoia he had developed since Lues return, he never slept, he never ate, and he spent most of his time running, because standing still was dangerous.
He was running now, not running away, no, just running around the town, he had made a few friends in this town and even got a job, he knew he would have to leave at some point but for now, he was glad he was where he was.
He was running through town square, heading back to his apartment.