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Dark was tired.
His and Wil’s wedding was just under three weeks away. He was losing his Goddamn mind. Between the influx of paperwork from God knows where (someone probably killed someone) and all the wedding planning, he had no downtime anymore. Wil tried to help, he really did, but he wasn’t exactly the best at, well, any of the things Dark did. It was Dark’s job to keep the manor running. To keep everyone safe. The combination of his normal workload, working out all the details for the wedding, and how his twin souls hadn’t stopped screaming since he saw Silver lying in the hospital bed in Dr. Iplier’s office…How was he supposed to keep his family safe from others when he couldn’t even protect them from themselves?
So yes. Dark was tired.
It was late. He was still slaving away in his office. The moon had long-since risen above the view from his window. And still he worked, even though his bones were aching and his dislocated and shattered shoulders were beginning to throb.
At least, until the doors burst open.
There was a bit of a delay before Dark raised his head, his reaction time shot to Hell with exhaustion. He smiled a little when he saw Wil in the doorway, dressed in his pajamas and his hair sticking up in every direction, no doubt having been used recently as a nest for Bubblegum. Wil opened his mouth to say something – probably a rant about how late it was if his expression was anything to go by – but then his face softened, his cheeks gradually turning pink. “You’re…wearing glasses.”
“Hmm…?” Dark blinked once before comprehension set in, and he he shook his head rapidly, sitting up straighter (despite his body’s immense protest) and pushing said glasses further up his nose. They were the same ones Eric and Reynolds wore, those dorky circular frames that made Dark look somehow younger and older at the same time. “Yes well…My vision started going blurry around…” His brow furrowed. “…What time is it?”
Wil snorted, stepping further into his office. “You’re exhausted, Dark. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. The weight of the world does not rest on your shoulders solely. A normal human would’ve recognized their stupidity and gone to bed ages ago when their vision started going fuzzy.”
Dark’s lips upturned in a sleepy smirk. “I am neither normal nor human.”
Wil snorted again, leaning over Dark’s desk in order to tap him on the nose, his chin propped up on his fist. “As pissed as I am over your blatant refusal to take care of yourself…you look cute.”
Dark’s eyes slipped shut, humming softly and definitely not beginning to nod off at his desk. “…Okay…”
He smiled when he heard Wil laugh, but then he made a small noise of protest when he felt Wil lift him into his arms. “Come on. You’re going to bed, and you’re going to stay there until I deem you fit to leave.”
Dark whined, leaning toward his desk with the one arm that wasn’t pinned between his body and Wil’s reaching out half-heartedly, decidedly ignore the ache it caused in his shoulder. “But Wil…”
“Nope, that can wait till tomorrow.” He pressed a kiss to Dark’s forehead, lingering there and humming against his skin. “You should wear those glasses more often.”
Dark sighed, finally relenting and curling into his fiancé’s chest. “Whatever.” He yawned. “G’night, Wil. Love you.”
He fell asleep to the sensation of Wil’s chest vibrating with laughter and his lips in his hair. “I love you, too, Dark.”