#rgbcursed

Wilford is hardly fooled so easily, believe it or not; there's clearly something more going on here than he might have originally thought. Poor baby. He seems like he's been upset. The thought does flit through his mind, briefly, that it could just be allergies, but he's not sure he really believes that.

    " You don't seem very fine to me, " Wilford mentions, gentle but firm in saying so. He rests his head lightly against Dark's, giving him a little squeeze as he does. It's the soft but heavy confession that follows that particularly seems to catch him off guard, however. Puffy eyes and soft sniffles aside, that particular piece of evidence seems to be what throw him the most.

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The man is grey. WHY is the man grey? Is that a light-show? He’s in a suit too. Is this Death? Or maybe that lack of sleep is getting to him. FOCUS!

Yancy had been expecting an emo, or maybe a goth, but... Words fail him. Instead, he’s briefly stung with an air of intimidation. At the very least, Dark is in a much higher position of power, and Yancy isn’t too keen to find out what happens if he messes up. 

He nods rapidly at the repetition of his name, before attention is drawn to the purpose of this encounter. Come on, Yancy. You can do this!

“Well, it’s ‘cause me an’...” He turns his head. Wilford did not follow him into the room. He’s been left alone. Betrayed on his first day of temporary leave!  He can’t embarrass himself now!

  Wilford has appeared !  What to do ? Kneel down...

dark vc: marry, obviously,

Oh, you poor man. Not that Wilford seems too bristled by his startle - not enough to give Dark more than a brief, apologetic kiss on the cheek. He's sorry, but he's not that sorry. This is what Dark signed up for when they got married.

    " I think you could make anything look good together. You've got a face that makes everything work, even orange and green if you really wanted to swing it. " Ugly. Horrific. Wilford takes a moment to nuzzle comfortably against Dark's neck.

There's a giddy grin that spreads across Wilford's face as he's met with the same gentle enthusiasm, hands moving to gently cup Dark's face between them. He returns the little kiss with a soft hum, smile ever-lingering on his face as he looks down at his baby. Oh, his heart is so full. It's a nice way to finally start the evening, in the embrace of his husband and the glow of the warmth radiating from his smile. It's too soft.

    " I had a very nice day. I had a very nice lunch with some of the boys, knocked out a couple of interviews for next week - we're officially ahead of schedule. " Something to be proud of, even if Dark hadn't gone into nearly as much detail with his own account of the day. " But I think the nicest part of all was getting to be here to smooch on my bay-be when he got home. " Another kiss on the lips for emphasis.

Touch my muse!

What a soft man. From the moment he saunters on in to plant a few kisses on his cheek, Wilford himself is already a little soft - or a lot. There’s a distinct smile on his face as his arms gingerly slip around Dark’s shoulders. That’s his baby.

Of course, the “subtlety” in that hand resting on his waist has that smile on his face turning into a little more of a smirk. Alright, handsy, he gets the picture just fine. And it’s something he’ll happily agree to. 

       “ So. I’ve been………… lurking………. all day...

“He’s aware, and he loves you too.”

     “ Aw, my baby. “ 

If that doesn’t just warm his heart to hear.

And it’s working. On everyone in the general vicinity, it seems. 

Still, even with Dark’s much more rational attempt at trying to smooth things over, Wilford doesn’t exactly find himself feeling immediately better. If anything, the small lull in all the commotion in favor of something much softer only makes the reality of the situation settle in heavier.

Wilford hesitates a moment before letting himself settle into Dark’s grasp, head gently resting on his shoulder. Mmh.