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Wednesday woke up on the wrong side of the bunk today. Like, the wrongest side possible. He's just been stewing the entire time, and everyone's annoying him with how they're not feeling shitty for no reason.
They're getting ready now. They have a photoshoot. Wednesday's sponging foundation onto his face, and maybe it's the lighting, or maybe it's his awful fucking mood, and like, he doesn't usually focus on it, but all he can think is, Craterface! And the last time he heard that was probably over a decade ago, but the shame and anger and why fucking ME? is hitting him again, and it's not like the foundation's fixing anything, but he goes over his cheeks again anyway.
Wednesday's curled up under the fluffy hotel comforter, facing the wall. Finally, a real bed, and it's so soft, and he's just waiting to fall asleep so the day will be over.
"So," Joey says, laying down behind him, "what crawled up your ass and died today?"
Wednesday huffs.
"No, really, you've been in a bad mood since the photoshoot, and I thought the photographer was kinda a douche, but..."
Actually, he's been in a bad mood all day. He sighs. "I just don't want people to look at me."
"Why not?"
"Y'know."
"No, I don't."
Joey's always been good at pretending he doesn't notice. Wednesday doesn't think he's ever mentioned it. "My skin. I'm just havin' a shit fuckin' day, okay?"
"Hey, look at me."
Wednesday rolls over, preparing for a lecture about how he's supposed to love himself or whatever.
But all Joey says is, "I like your skin."
That puts Wednesday off balance. He wasn't expecting it at all, and he doesn't really know how to respond.
Joey reaches out to cup Wednesday's jaw and runs his thumb over the scars on his cheek. "I didn't know if you'd feel weird about it if I brought it up, but I think they're cute."
Wednesday's even more at a loss now. Yeah, he feels weird, cause it was not cute, and it fucking hurt, and it wouldn't go away, and he couldn't even hide it.
"Stop looking so confused." Joey kisses Wednesday's cheek and his lips so softly, before hugging him close. "Love you."
Wednesday doesn't know what to do but cry.
Joey apologized after he stopped crying, said they don't have to talk about it again, and Wednesday said it's fine, he just has a lot of feelings. Now they're watching TV, and Joey's head's on his chest, and Wednesday's running his fingers through his hair. And maybe he feels better.