@SuckMyGumBalls Morty's smile quickly disappears, and is replaced with nervous grimace as he averts his eyes from the older man.
"I-I- uh- S-sorry."
--
@SuckMyGumBalls --his hip from one of their first adventures. He sighed, knowing that there was no way that he would know if this Rick did, aside from --
@SuckMyGumBalls --as he continued to look for signs of this being his Rick.
After a second, he snaps out of his thoughts. His Rick would have a scar on--
@SuckMyGumBalls --
Morty looked over the Rick, trying to figure it out. His Rick didn't chew bubblegum though.
"Hmm."
He let the little sound escape, --
@SuckMyGumBalls --although this wasn't his Rick, he felt happy being in his presence. He was like his Rick. This couldn't be his Rick though. Or could it?--
@SuckMyGumBalls --smile still remained on his face.
All he's ever wanted was to find his Rick, so they could hang out and go on adventures again.
And --
@SuckMyGumBalls After a few moments, Morty let go and quickly stepped back. He fiddled with his hands.
"I- S-sorry.
Morty averted his gaze, though his--
@SuckMyGumBalls --thanked him always, his voice a lot less nervous soundly.
After a moment of hesitation, he wraps his arms around Rick, and hugged him.
@SuckMyGumBalls --chest and began to smile fondly at the hat. After a few moments of admiration, he put it back atop his head proudly.
"Thanks Rick."
He--
@SuckMyGumBalls Morty blinked with surprise and took the hat off his head, to get a better look at it. He immediately got a warm fuzzy feeling in his --
@SuckMyGumBalls --but that was just the way he was. He continued to avoid eye contact as he wallowed in his own self-loathing and self-pity.
"Sorry..."
@SuckMyGumBalls It wasn't new that a Rick would call him a pain in the ass, a waste of cells, or stupid in some way. He didn't like being a disappointment,-