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III wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but he was really fucking fond of IV from the minute they met when IV joined the band. They’d been inseparable ever since, even during III’s moments of being a total British dick in a shit mood and IV’s ever-present horrible habit of leaving his rolled up socks on the living room floor.
Vessel and II always point it out as stupid little teasing jabs here and there that they argue like an old married couple, which always leave III’s cheeks flushed, and, what seems like a permanent scowl-line between his eyebrows.
IV has, on multiple occasions, mentioned to III that there are serums that would help with that. It happens in the bathroom while III is brushing his teeth right next to IV, and III has to fight the urge to somehow use his mind to shrink IV down just small enough to flush him down the toilet. IV giggles, and so does III, and fuck, maybe Vessel and II are kind of right. Maybe they are an old married couple.
III doesn't understand why it was so easy for him to let it happen, why Sleep put IV in his path, when III is definitely not the type to let someone in like that. III doesn't get why he can't just let himself open up. It should be easy.