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Scott Pilgrim has got to be the most touch starved person alive, in his opinion at least. He hasn’t had a girlfriend in god knows how many years, and when he finally finds a new one (Ramona Flowers), she breaks up with him a week after they had officially started dating.
It had hurt as much as it had hurt when Envy broke up with him- no- it had hurt even worse. At least last time Envy had given Scott more of an explanation, even if that explanation stomped on his heart and tore it apart- it was still something. But with Romana? nothing. She had just said she was breaking up with him, then disappeared. It left him feeling so.. unwanted and unsatisfied.
It didn’t help that Scott was in the middle of trying to produce a script of sorts written by Young Neil. The stress from that only made the whole breakup worse. Scott felt like he had no one to go to. He just wanted to be with someone, or even hold someone. Romana only had kissed Scott once, the first kiss he received from anyone in years! Since Envy! Besides, he really didn’t feel like “bothering” anyone with his issues anyways. Especially Wallace. Wallace already had to listen to his self deprecating talks when he broke up with Envy, and Scott was sure hearing those things one time was enough for Wallace.
By the time Scott’s thoughts had seemed to run their course, filming for that day was over. He began to make his way back to his shared trailer with said Wallace. He suspected him to be sleeping, or drunk- the two usual things for him to be doing at night. Scott jarred the door opened and saw Wallace resting comfortably against the back of the trailer in bed, scrolling on his phone. Scott scoffed and went into the bathroom to wash up and try to conceal his thoughts about Romana, and his crippling need to be able to be close to someone.
A few minutes later, he reappeared to the sun room where a very much off-looking Wallace was no longer staring at his phone, but instead the ceiling. Wallace’s eyes drooped, he looks exhausted, Scott thought silently.
Shuffling through the trailer, Scott finally joined Wallace in bed, throwing the covers over him and looking at the wall, wanting to escape this horrible prison that his mind wouldn’t let him out of. Scott shut his eyes tightly, trying to make himself smaller. His fingernails dug into his skin, hard enough to leave scratch’s and draw blood. The overstimulation and overwhelmingness of today was too much for him, the thoughts began to spiral with him again . Romona Flowers. Romona. Flowers. Why can’t I just keep a relationship? Why can’t I feel secure and be held every night- why can’t I do that?!! Why can’t I not be such a loser- as embarrassing as it is to admit, I’m still a virgin! I’m so pathetically worthless! Everyone thinks so! Ramona thinks so. Envy thinks so. Steven thinks so. Neil thinks so. Wallace thinks s-
Unknowingly, the whole time Scott had been spiraling, so had his emotions. Hot tears now ran down his face, eyes still squeezed tightly enough to hurt- however- someone now held onto his hand that was digging into his arms. It took Scott a second to register what was happening.
“Scott! Scott. Holy shit, guy? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
shit! Wallace! Scott had seemingly forgot he was even there during the time he spent spaced out with his ear ringing thoughts. Scott nervously unclenched his eyes, still staring at the wall- not daring to turn and look at Wallace.
“Wallace, I-I’m okay. You should really go back to sleep. Lots of filming tomorrow, yeah?”
Scott shifted uncomfortably, slowly moving his hand, the one that Wallace didn’t have grasp over, up to his face so he could wipe the now dried tears away- praying that the new ones forming in his eyes would disappear.
“.. In no means do you uh.. look okay? Guy.. your arms bleeding. You’re curling in on yourself. You were crying and shuffling in bed like you were having conscious nightmare. Not only that, come to think of it, you’ve been acting off since.. Ramona.. oh… ohh..Scott, you can talk to me. About anything you know..? I’m here.. uh for you?”
Wallace’s grip on Scott’s arm had loosened, but he now moved his hand to Scott’s back, rubbing comforting circles, almost as a way to steady Scott’s breathing. In the moment Scott felt like a dam of tears was ready to flood. And god, he felt so vulnerable whenever Wallace offered to help him.
Before he could answer, Wallace took the liberty of spooning Scott, wrapping his arms around Scott’s own. He held his hand, trying to steady any leftover shakiness.
“Is this? Ok? You uh. Looked cold. Guy.” Wallace spit out, making sure not to make Scott even more upset by crossing any boundaries. Sure- on occasion the two would drunkenly (and soberly) cuddle or spoon each other whenever nights got cold back at Wallace’s apartment- but this was different. Scott was overwhelmed and Wallace needed to make sure not to make it worse by doing anything.
Scott nodded solemnly. Feeling Wallace close to him made Scott burst into tears. Long sobs of sorrow held in for weeks had finally all come out as his roommate held him. Wallace continued to whisper words of comfort into Scott’s ears, his grip tightening as to tell Scott that he’d never let go of him. Wallace momentarily interrupted Scott’s sobs.
“Are you sure this is ok? You seemed to cry more when I uh..? I just don’t want to make you more upset, Scott” Wallace whispered out, and Scott’s vulnerability was peaked- meaning he was bound to spill over his thoughts as some point.
“Please don’t stop. Truthfully, I like this. A lot. Sorry about the crying, I really didn’t mean to crack tonight or bother you. I’m touch starved is all, you holding me might’ve broke something in me.” Romana never held me as close as you are right now.
Now Scott sounded and looked even more exhausted than Wallace did when Scott had first seen him laying in bed. He had no way with words or way to express his emotions when he was on the brink of passing out from sleep deprivation.
“Guy, you never bother me. Besides, you’re talking to Wallace Wells here. I’ll sleep and cuddle with you whenever man… I’m not opposed to anything else either. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Scott’s eyes widen at the end of Wallace’s sentence.
“.. your not opposed.. to anything else…?”
“Yeah, Scott. I mean please, this may not be the best time to discuss this because you just broke up with someone but, I’ve always thought you were attractive. I’d for sure make out with you, doesn’t even have to be gay. Just a guy helping another guy out. Being touch starved is awful. That’s why I hook up every-time I go out.”
“Oh. Thank you, Wallace, really. I appreciate it”
“Of course, Guy.”
Scott closed his eyes and let his thoughts no longer fixate on Ramona, but instead on Wallace. Admittedly, Scott did have thoughts before of him. He’s attractive. But Scott Pilgrim was NOT gay.. right..?