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Tenna and Spamton sit on a couch in Tenna's office. The TV's antennae are drooped over his screen as Spamton stares on, face showing no reaction to what the TV asked.
"Look, Spamton," Tenna's gloved thumbs rub against each other. "I know it's stupid-"
"I never said anything of the sort."
A chuckle leaves the TV, "Your face did a lot of the talking, my friend."
"Surely we're past the 'friend' stage, sweetscreen." Tenna blushes. Spamton takes the hand on his shoulder and bring it too his lips. They barely cover one knuckle of Tenna's giant hands. "But, my point still stands. I never," Spamton pauses, searching for the right words to console his partner. "Discouraged the idea. I simply wanted to consider the logistics."
"Oh, you hate the idea!" Tenna shrinks and pulls on his antenna. Static tears drip from his black screen. "You hate the idea and you hate me and I-"
"Tenna."
"I've ruined it all and you're going to leave me and-"
"Tenna!"
"No one loves me!"
"TENNA!" The poor CRT shrunk to the size of a pint glass, even had the weight of one. Spamton picks up Tenna by his coat, careful to not move too fast or grip too hard. He places the small bug next to him on the white pleather couch. His hands rest at his thighs, pointedly not reaching out to touch Tenna. He'd have to ask for it, or crawl his way into Spamton's hands. "Ya done?"
"Y..yeah."
"Good. Now, repeat back what I said to you."
"You-You said," Tenna sniffles, "said that-"
"Come on, baby. You got this."
"You said that," Tenna's speakers play out a perfect recreation of Spamton's voice,
"I never, discouraged the idea. I simply wanted to consider the logistics."
"See? I told ya so."
"B-but-"
"What, ya upset I wanted to consider it? Seriously?"
Tenna shuts up, but he doesn't grow. At least is screen is back on, nose popping out like a proboscis.
"You've got to be kidding me!" A laugh leaves Spamton's body. His eyes water from laughing too hard. Even if it's a bit directed at him, it does cause Tenna to grow a little bit. Not much, up to the size of a tea kettle. "I take your idea, and you still manage to end up glooby! What talent!"
Tenna isn't listening to the words, honing in on the laugh. He'd always loved Spamton's laugh. The real one. The one that makes him look a bit ugly, is a bit too loud, but all Spamton. A small crack in the business man's facade. Tenna feels his screen redden, flower threatening to sprout.
"There's my superstar." Spamton leans himself back on the couch, legs spread and arm resting on the back. Fully open, beckoning Tenna in. He grows a few more inches before settling with his back against Spamton's chest.
"Easy, big guy." Spamton's arms wrap around his mid section. Tenna doesn't breathe, being a more mechanically based darkner. Yet, feeling the rise and fall of Spamton's chest causes the flower in his nose to finally spring free. He's still small enough that Spamton can reach up and pluck it.
"For me? I'm honored." Spamton's hand moves out of Tenna's peripherals, placing the flower in some unknown location.
A peaceful silence falls cover the pair for all of 20 minutes, before a pippins knocks on the door, summoning them off to the sound stage.