"I wish we could help Bender," Allison says one day, out of the blue.
The entire groups looks at said teen, who's going through Andy's walkman and declaring everything except for maybe three albums is garbage. There's a fresh bruise that's turning a rotten yellow, and he's gained another cut above his brow that's sure to scar. The cut lies just below a bandage Brian insisted putting around his head, because the damn cut Bender has on his scalp wouldn't stop bleeding.
"He could have a concussion," Claire worries. "He's been repeating the word 'garbage' for the last, what, twenty minutes?"
"Nah," Brian pipes up, "He's just rude. 'Sides, Bender's skull is too thick to damage."
"Garbage, garbage, fuck you, Brian, garbage..." Bender sits up and throws the walkman to Andy, who caught it with a roll of his eyes. "Now," Bender says, yawning, "What're we talking about?"
"Of course you only hear the insult," Clair says, smiling.
"Heard you worryin' about poor little ol' me, too, toots," Bender winks, blowing her a kiss. Claire rolls her eyes and mimics catching it, and pretends to throw it at Brian, who throws it to Allison, who throws it to Andy, who makes a disgusted, "Eugh."
"Bender kisses," Andy says, wiping them off.
"Hey!" Bender says, very seriously, "I'll have you know those are very rare!" And they crack up.
Allison lets out a bark of laughter, before flopping down on whoever's sitting near her. It's Brian, and he makes an abortive attempt to shove her off, but she stays stuck and Brian gives up, huffing.
"You're all dorks," Allison sighs contently, and Bender reaches across Andy's legs to poke her in the stomach, which makes her squeal.
"No, you're a dork," Bender argues. He's too lazy to get back up, though, and leaves himself sprawled over Andy's legs. Andrew grabs Bender's hair and tugs on them a bit, but it does no good: Bender has been reduced to a liquid puddle of teenage boy, and simply lets out an exhausted grunt.
"We're all dorks," Claire agrees, yawning. She runs her fingers through her hair and slumps into the crevice that Brian and Andrew make by sitting by one another.
"Oh... Oh, well," Andrew says, before there's gentle snoring from him, too. His head slumps onto Brian's shoulder.
Brian blinks, realizing all of his friends are essentially using him as a pillow. "Guys..? I'm not tired, let me get up... Guys?"