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You sniffled in the corner of your shared room. A certain gloom had overtaken you, at approximately the same time you knew it would, and would continue to every month.
A familiar pitter-patter of shoes trailed down the hall, to which you suspected to be your Wally Darling. You quickly wipe the corner of your eye with your shirt, not wanting to be seen in such a vulnerable state in front of him.
Wally knocks on the door politely, hoping he was not intruding on any changing of clothing, or sleeping.
“My.. Love? You have not.. come out. All day.”
He paused, hoping you would respond. When you made no effort to, he continued.
”Darling? … is something.. the matter..? Do you.. need me..?”
You foolishly let a tear fall, making a soft gasp. Wally figured there wasn't much you could hide from him anyway, even though he hated to skip the formalities, he wanted to help.
Wally let himself in, turning the knob on the door. When he spotted a hunched over, almost sick-like version of you, his smile nearly faltered, and his eyes drooped a smidge.
“My most…”
Wally cooed lowly, crouching down to meet your eye level. Wally and you were about the same hight in Home, just the dearest bunch of the smallest neighbors. But somehow you had managed to curl up even smaller!
”What..troubles you..?”
He inquired fretfully, a hand reaching out tentatively to rub your back. You glance up, your almost blood-shot seeming eyes staring back at his licorice black ones.
You refuse to respond in a state of near fight or flight, too overwhelmed to even bring your head up to meet his appropriately.
As Wally’s felt hand traces some unknown shape along your upper back, He notices you haven’t even dressed yourself properly, still in your pajamas. That wouldn’t do. Not if Wally had a say in it. He presses a kiss to your cheek, leaning closer at the same time.
”Are…you unwell..? Want..me to.. help?”
He offers, a little uneducated on what ills the human body so spontaneously. Despite this, his efforts don’t go unnoticed by you. You nod, your head coming up to his hand to be closer.
Wally comes to your side, guiding your hunched over form to his lap. Suddenly, his rainbow clad pants seemed quite comfortable. You couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes in the midst of all your fuzzy thoughts, just content to be in the presence of the most soft spoken puppet in the neighborhood.
“Everything… will.. be.. okay.”
Wally attempts at reassurance, pulling your shared quilt off Wally’s bed. He pulls it over your body, tucking it around you and leaving a little room for your head, just how he knew you’d like. You feel yourself drifting, your lower abdomen cramps subsiding as you subconsciously begin to curl even closer.
”I hope.. this.. is helping. Ha. Ha.”