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Hal caught him, as usual, but Momo didn't mind. his mind had been going down a trail of dark thoughts and he was happy for the company. "can't seem to stay still," he said with a shrug. his shoulder was doing a lot better now. it still felt like it was going to give now and then, but he was able to function fairly normally now. "thanks," he took the tay and found a spot to sit down to eat, "better, it doesn't hurt anymore. just feels-tight." he took a bite and swallowed before speaking again, "these walks are helping, though. i don't like being cooped up all day." he hadn't told Hal, but he was having nightmares of what had happened. he'd wake, cold and shaky and had to leave or he'd go insane. he couldn't bare being inside and had to go out into the open to calm down. "i was thinking we could go here soon. i'm well enough for travel now, and we don't want to overstay our welcome."

Momo smiled a little, "i wouldn't do that to him, one set of parents doing it was bad enough." he ate a bit more, but wasn't very hungry, so he didn't finish what had been brought. he felt bad, but it wasn't food that would be wasted if he didn't eat it right now. he could save the rest for later. "we'll take to Tom and tell him we plan to go in a day or two and spend tomorrow with Malcom. sound good?" he didn't want to say goodbye and had been avoiding people, afraid of making friends that he'd just have to leave. the fact they had all just assumed it was because he was skittish after his assault made it that much easier. "Mama's not going to be happy." in the last month, she had been the only person he'd gotten close to and he knew leaving her was going to be as hard as leaving Malcom.

Momo frowned, they had just changed his filter before the attack. if it was going to become a monthly thing-he didn't know how they would keep up. "didn't you say that you could wash your old filter? i'm sure there is somewhere here safe enough to do that. if not-we," he swallowed, "we can go into the city and look through the different buildings to try and find another one that will fit." he nodded a little at Hal's statement about Mama. he hadn't been close to her, not any more than he was to anyone else, but at least he understood that it would be hard. "we should head back inside, if your filter is that bad. it's strange you have to breathe now, part of your old programing?" he himself didn't mind. Hal had been sleeping next to him every night and he's noticed the added inhale and exhale to the normal heartbeat and it had soothed him.

Momo kept Hal's hand, even after he was standing, and walked with him back to their little apartment. he knew he was being stupid. they had found the best thing they were ever going to find and here he was, itching to just walk away from it all. it wasn't logical, which meant Hal didn't understand. he'd obey, but that didn't mean that he agreed with their leaving. Momo was sure that if he had the choice, Hal would lock him up here and never let him out again. they got to their building and Momo saw some women standing in the shade of the entrance, talking. he stepped a little behind Hal and kept his head down as they walked inside, nodding a little at their greetings. Maybe that was why he wanted to leave. there were just too many people, and they all seemed to think that since he was here they needed to talk to him. he didn't like that much attention being drawn to himself, it made him get nervous. they were finally in their room and he let go of Hal's hand so he could go and sit on the bed. "could we wash your filter here? or would we need to find somewhere else?"

Momo looked at the gash, he hadn't asked up until now. he'd known Hal had gotten that because of him. maybe that is why his filter was filling up so quickly. "sorry," he whispered as he stood, his fingers reaching out to touch it, but stopping just short. he closed his hand into a fist and pulled away, "sorry. let's get that filter cleaned." he gave the command for Hal's chest to open and got to work, "where is your original one?"

Momo nodded in agreement, though he knew he'd feel guilty over the gash every time he saw it, he pushed that aside and went to work. he washed the old filter, making sure to carefully rub it clean under a slow trickle, getting every little speck off. next he removed the one they had found and replaced it with the original. when he was sure everything was aligned, he closed Hal back up and looked at the filter in his hand, "what do we do with this, then?"

Momo looked at Hal with surprise. he dreamed? was that even possible? "do you think they could be memories from before? like, when your programs to breathe and stuff were running for the first time? maybe there was another android, it would make sense that she would look like you. do you think it's possible?" he put the filter on the floor, not sure where else to put it since it was full of toxins anyways. "how do you feel in the dreams? are you happy, sad?"

Momo walked over to Hal and held his hands, "hey-" he smiled a little, "that's normal. maybe they really are memories and something happened to her? i mean, if she was the person you talked to, then maybe you were friends. it would make sense for you to feel this sad if your friend passed away, even if you can't really remember the details." he gave Hal's hands a squeeze, "if you ever wake up from a bad dream and want to talk, i'm right here? god knows you've done it for me more times than i can count, the least i could do is return the favor."