Dean can cope with the beer bottles. He can even cope with the Rick Roll'D tapes in the car (yes he knows the words but tell that to anyone and he will shoot you). But he can't cope with the salt in the pie. No one messes with the pie. No one.

Dean waits until Naomi is out when he fills her bed with plastic spiders. He puts shaving cream in her shoes. He unscrews the tops of her shampoo bottles just enough to make them fall off the next time she uses them.

Wade races home once he gets the message from Naomi. He's barely through the front door when he starts to pull off his clothes. When he reaches the bedroom, he's stark naked save for his mask. He pauses when he sees the clown. His head tilts to the side as he tries to process the scene in front of him. Something *pops* inside the murky depths of his mind.

Steve finds the box of chocolates and smiles at the note Naomi had left with them. He opens the box and pops a piece of chocolate in his mouth. After a couple of chews, he starts to feel the effects of the chilli. He decides he likes it and eats the whole box, before sending a text to Naomi.

SEND ME ✐ FOR A RANDOM NOTE FROM MY MUSE TO YOURS

➏ a “morning after” letter

My dearest,

I didn't want to wake you since you looked so peaceful.

I made you breakfast. It's in the kitchen for when you're ready.

I'll come straight back to you after my morning run.

Don't shower without me.

All my love,

Wade, if sleeping somewhere in which he feels safe, will sprawl out and will attempt to take up every spare inch of the bed he can. If he is sharing the bed with someone, they will know they are sharing the bed because no matter how they position themselves, they will come in contact with some part of Wade's anatomy.