Author's Note: Yeah, I know I usually update in batches, but I did these two right after the reviews, and I figure there's no reason to make people wait.

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"Um, hey," Bobby said awkwardly, "What's up?"

Clem blinked at him from the hospital bed. "Hey Bobby. Why are you here?"

His voice betrayed how confused he was, and Bobby cringed. He knew this was a dumb idea – of course it was, it was Raz's idea. But he wasn't here because of Raz, he'd like to point out. No, he wasn't here with Clem's favorite flowers, at eight in the morning when he should be in school, just because of Goggalicious yelling at him. He was here because… why was he here, again?

Clem's arms were heavily bandaged, but he managed to move them enough to take the flowers.

"Oh, wow! Morning Glory, my favorite flower ever! Isn't it just awesome?"

"Uh, sure, whatever," Bobby shuffled his feet, feeling self-conscious. "So… does it hurt?"

Clem's smile faded a little. "I can't really tell. It's sort of numb. The doctors said I lost a lot of blood."

Bobby gathered his courage. "Look, if this is my fault I'm sorry. I was just being stupid and I didn't mean it, okay?"

"You called me a fag."

The blue skinned boy cringed again and nodded.

"Why?"

"I, uh," Bobby rubbed the back of his neck. "If you ever tell anyone this, I'll put you back in this bed, but, well…"

"Yeah?"

Bobby mumbled something Clem didn't quite catch.

"Pardon?"

"I said, I…" Bobby took a deep breath. "I love you, okay? Geez! I just can't let anyone know because my parents would hate me and my reputation would be ruined and then Goggalicious would be mocking me 'cause this is stupid."

Clem paused, looking at the flowers. The lavender blue and purple stars were soft and fresh. Expensive. Bobby had skipped school to come here. His parents would kill him for this. He had come across the city, on foot, for this. What did all that mean? Why was he doing this? Clem didn't get the meaning, the thought, here.

Bobby showed feelings in actions, not words. Clem knew that much.

"Look, I made a mistake," Bobby said softly. "And if you don't ever wanna hang out, I understand. I just wanted to say I'm sorry and you're awesome, and stuff."

"Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"You're ultra mega awesome!" Clem beamed at him, all apparently forgiven. "You wanna hear my new love cheer?"

"Sure," Bobby said, his eye twitching.

Why was he doing this again?