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Their day off at the theme park has been fucking great. Giant cotton candy, zombie bunny balloon hat (the bunny’s green and the lady drew a scary face on it), so many rollercoasters. They've definitely walked over a mile though, and Wednesday's starting to slow down.
Joey taps him on the shoulder. "Want me to get you a chair?"
"Nah, I'm good." It would be nice, yeah, but he doesn’t wanna deal with that today. Between Joey and Ben’s low tolerances for assholes, he’s not worried about his actual safety, but there’s a ton of children, and their parents, and someone’s bound to recognise one of them (Joey, most likely), and there’s just other shit he wants to talk about in interviews for now.
"Okay, well I'm gonna get some lunch if you wanna come."
"Yeah."
"Hey guys, we're going to that restaurant back there," Joey says, pointing over his shoulder, "come meet back up with us in a bit."
The others nod before someone says, “Race ya to the next one!” and they take off running. And that stings a bit.
Joey takes his hand as they walk toward the restaurant.
“Is Joey Jordison gay? Page fifteen.”
Joey laughs and lets go of Wednesday’s hand. “Since when’re you the smart one?”
“Since… hey!” He elbows Joey in the ribs.
Wednesday eases into a booth while Joey orders. They planned an extra day in the next city so he could rest after this, and he’s gonna use it. Even with back to back shows at an absolute minimum, touring’s been fucking hard. It's not like playing one night a week and getting to slow down in between. It’s also the best thing he’s ever done, definitely a dream come true.
Joey comes back with their sandwiches, and a beer, which Wednesday takes. Joey gives him a questioning look.
“I read the fine print, I’m not gonna die.”
Joey smiles. “Well, if you do, I’m gonna be so pissed.”
Wednesday sticks his tongue out as Joey gets up to get another.
Joey pulls back the curtain a bit. “Hey, can I come in?”
Wednesday gestures to his body, in the middle of the mattress. “I already took a piss, and I’m not moving till we get to the hotel.”
“I’ll try not to fall out when we turn.”
After the time Joey did fall out, Wednesday stopped worrying that he was only here for the comfiest bunk in the world. ‘Cause he could go buy his own pile of foam doohickies and not have to share it.
Joey climbs in and gives him a kiss, before settling in next to him. He puts his arm over Wednesday. “This good?”
“Yeah.”
“So, favourite and least favourite part of today.”
“Uhh, favourite: the rollercoaster where your feet hang down. Terrifying. Awesome. Least favourite: the fucking tilt-a-whirl.”
Joey laughs. “Dude, you were actually green.”
“Ha-ha, next time I’ll make sure I puke on you. How ‘bout you?”
“Favourite was the swings. Least favourite is I didn’t fuckin’ sleep last night and I’m exhausted.” Joey yawns.
“Yeah.” That makes two of them. Wednesday puts his hand over Joey’s arm laying across his stomach.
Joey hums and closes his eyes. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” Wednesday watches Joey fall asleep. It’ll probably be a while before he can follow him, and their drive isn’t even that long...
"Shh!" Acey whispers, "God dammit, Eric, you woke them up."