"Y'know, Kyle, I'd hate to admit this, but I miss this."
Stan laughed bitterly as he reminisced about the past, when they were no good little brats surviving the chaos of South Park.
"What do you mean?"
Kyle asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
"I mean... us. I miss us. It's so lonely when you're - "
Stan sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, frustrated.
And that's when he got abruptly pulled into a tight hug.
"I'm sorry, but this affects my future. I'm going to Yale, dude. I'm going to miss you."
