Over the garden wall, post series angst with wirt realizing his brother almost died because of him, and greg being oblivious to it because he is but a child that ends in brotherly fluff (i have thought about this but could never write it just right)
“Gee, Wirt. I like hugs as much as the next guy, but you’ve been holding on to me for a long time now.”
Greg was nestled on Wirt’s lap as his older brother’s arms were wrapped around him. His frog, Jason Funderburker, was resting in a shoebox their parents gave to him. Greg has been getting a lot of hugs, from his parents and friends. But Wirt was the last one to do, and still hasn’t let go.
“Hey, Wirt?” Greg said, looking up at his brother.
Wirt had a forlorn look on his face, very still and frowning. Greg tilted his head, staring up at him. Greg scrunched his face up, knowing something was wrong. He better just cheer Wirt up, that seems to be the reasonable thing to do.
“Wirt, you think we’ll meet our friends again from the Unknown?” Greg asked. “I’d like to see Beatrice again. And maybe that Woodsman guy, even though he was a bit weird. Right, Wirt?”
Wirt looked down at Greg and a small smile came upon his face. “Yeah, he was a weirdo.” He said quietly.
“I can’t wait to go home tomorrow. Mom says she’s gonna make spaghetti and meatballs! Hospital food’s okay, but I only like their pudding.”
“I know, you ate yours and mine.” Wirt said, chuckling.
Greg giggled, nodding. He looked back up at Wirt, smiling. “You okay, Wirt?”
Wirt looked back down at Greg and hugged him tighter. “Yeah, I’m fine.”