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Pink had offered to take Whi- er- Spamton back to their place. They didn't really know why- the two of them weren't on the best of terms, even before Spamton left them in the dust, but the words had come out of their mouth right when Blue brought up that Spamton didn't have a place to stay.
"He could room with me," Pink had blurted out in between sips of their martini, freezing alongside the rest of the Addisons as if they themself couldn't believe what they just said.
Blue blinked at them, Orange and Yellow passing a disbelieved glance at eachother behind his back, and he looked a tad bit... proud of Pink. A smile grew on his face, even as he seemed a bit unsure.
"You sure, Pink?" Blue asked, tilting their head as they set a hand on Spamton's shoulder. The small man, who had become even smaller over the years, was staring into his empty glass with wide eyes behind his glasses.
Pink huffed. "Yes, I'm sure. I've got more than enough room for him to stay, anyways," they said, and then hesitated despite their own pride screaming for them to soldier on. "That is- if Spamton wants to."
Spamton glanced up from his glass, surprised at having been included in the conversation for possibly the first time since he shyly said his hellos and sat down.
"M3?" He pointed at himself, and then quickly continued when Pink gave him a flat look. "W-WELL- IT'S A [[great deal]], AND I W0ULDN'T [complain about old stains]. THAT IS. IF YOU'RE, UHM. [Willing to part with antiques]."
Pink rolled their eyes and downed the rest of their martini. "Yes, of course I'm willing. Why else would I be offering?"
"WELL," Spamton didn't quite know what to say to that, eyeing Pink with a small amount of distrust before easing up only the slightest bit. "... [okay]. $URE."
...
The drive home had been awkward. The unsaid subject of their past behaviour to eachother was not only ignored but willingly left aside to build up the tension between them.
As Pink showed Spamton their guest room, they could feel the tension thickening to a breaking point.
Spamton stopped right as they entered the room, his whole body trembling with uncertainty. He stared at the bed with wide, reverent eyes, and then glanced at Pink mistrustfully, as if they were going to rip it away from him.
Pink snapped.
"Would you stop looking at me like that?" Pink exclaimed, crossing their arms.
Spamton reeled back. "L00KING AT YOU L LIKE- WHAT?"
"Like I'm going to- I don't know, kick you out onto the streets or something ridiculous like that," Pink waved their arms around. "This entire time you've been giving me these distrustful stares, as if I was going to stab you in the-"
"[Back]?" Spamton's expression was hard to place as he frowned at Pink, and then scoffed. "AS IF YOU HADN'T ALREADY [done due diligence] THAT!"
"Oh? I stabbed you in the back? Is that what you're saying?"
"OF [courses online free for-] THAT'S WHAT I'M [say it outloud!!]!1!!" Spamton's face slowly turned red. "Y-YOU ALREADY LEFT ME [in the dust]. YOU ABANDONED- YOU- ME, I WAS LEFT, ABANDONED FOR THE [slime] LIKE THE [litel sponge] I WAS, AND-"
"-You left US first, asshole! Don't act like our separation was unwarranted, you were the one who came in and-"
"YOU AND THE REST OF THEM, I [placed great value] ON OUR [frend]SHIP, AND YOU THREW ME AWAY TO LIVE IN A GODDAMN GARBAGE CAN FOR [years and years and years and years and-]" Spamton exclaimed, fisting his hands into his hair and pulling.
Pink instinctively lunged and grabbed his hands, pulling them away from his hair. They were breathing hard, but as Spamton's words sinked in- his words being more than what they and the rest have been told beyond a sentence or two- they froze.
"... what did you say?" They asked, slowly.
"I- I," Spamton stammered, and then stared at his feet. "I. Lived. I. Did. I."
"Spamton," Pink said, reevaluating what they had previously thought of the little man. "... I thought you lived a life of luxury, with your old riches keeping you afloat, but... a garbage can?"
"I I I I I-" Spamton glitched out, and Pink's hands moved to his shoulders as they gently ushered the other man over to the bed and sat him down. Spamton slumped over, and Pink sighed and sat next to him, Spamton leaning into their side.
They felt deflated, no longer justified about their anger. It still stung to think of their old friend leaving him, but now...
Pink carded their hand through Spamton's air as the smaller man let out a hiccuping gasp, his breathing growing less harsh and evening out.
Time trickled by as the two sat side by side, and Pink gently looked down at the small man, who was staring at his small hands with a frown on his face. He clenched them and then clenched them, before looking up at Pink.
"I don't want to talk about it," Spamton said, quietly.
Pink breathed out a sigh. The bitter, cloying taste of betrayal still stuck to the back of their tongue, but, nevertheless, they nodded and continued to pull tangles out of their old friend's black hair.
"I know," they said, quietly. "I was just mad. A little worried, but mostly mad. And confused. I thought you didn't want to talk to us, anymore."
Spamton nodded, looking back at his hands, and Pink quickly laid a hand on his shoulder, jostling the tiny man into looking back up.
"Spamton," Pink said, quietly. "I'm not quiet- I'm still a bit bitter about how things turned out. I'll be honest about that. But if I get things wrong- if any one of us assumes something that didn't happen- I need you to…"
They paused. They couldn't expect Spamton, who was clearly hurt and traumatized to some extent, to speak up when he was being attacked. But, still…
"... if any of us assumes something that didn't happen, I'd… like to know if they got it wrong. You can come to me and I can straighten things out for you. For us," Pink corrected themself, and then sighed and brought their hands to their face, muttering, "I just want us to be friends again."
"I DO TOO," Spamton suddenly said, and Pink peeked out from between their fingers at the suddenly somber tone. "I THOUGHT IT WAS [[impossible to get a better deal]]. I DUNNO…"
Pink breathed out a sigh. "Yeah, well," they trailed off, and then offered Spamton a shaky smile. "Maybe it's not. No- I mean, it's definitely not impossible. We just need to… work through things. Together."
Spamton was quiet at that, but when Pink offered him their hand he dutifully wove his fingers through theirs. "... [[[together]]]."