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*Chapter 190*

After parting with very silent, wistful, whispering 'goodbye's of the large group he was in, Turbo carefully pressed onto Sugar Rush's main teleportation pad, inside the hull of the palace, and whisked away to his foyer's own pad. As the further amount of silence, in his dim, cozy foyer, sapped his ears, he raised his eyebrows in exhausted glee to be home and so softly peered down to Berri in his arms. Slouched and still fully asleep, her deep breathing was even and silently raspy, she looked entirely beat, and though Turbo was now due to set her up for the night and make sure she was well taken care of, his heart thud at the prospects of this all, the heavier weight of responsibility now that this beauty was set to be his wife. With a shaky inhale and a blushing smile of pure, exhilarated, silent delight, he finally heaved said exhale atop of her head and pushed a few tender kisses into her forehead, careful not to wake her. In the press up to his front door, he grit his teeth and now felt worried about Lash's likely awake presence. Not knowing Berri was asleep, he urgently began to scan his familiar home as his large, heavy front door began to slide open.

"Holy USER DUDE! I-!..." Lash firmly came to a screeching halt the second Turbo began to shake his head and grit his teeth in sharp agitation, Lash's boyish eyes immediately dart to the sleeping figure slouched bridal style in Turbo's strong arms.

"If you wake her up I swear to God I will kill you," Turbo hissed silently, barely any noise came out, though Lash covered his mouth and exhaled a whispery laugh of an exhale.

"What the hell is going on, man," Lash whispered quietly as Turbo hurried to close his front door, Turbo shook his head at his little brother and pressed a little deeper into his home.

"I'll explain everything to you, just... Please do me a favor and get a big glass of water and follow me," Turbo's deep, whispery instructions barely filtered the air in softness, though Lash urgently bobbed a nod as Turbo grunted to readjust Berri in his arms and began to make a straight-away for his bedroom, "I'm going to get her situated, and then we can talk."

"Kay," Lash quipped and quietly did as he was told.

Turbo felt goosebumps raise on his arms as the firm reminder that he was, indeed, home plagued his brain. He sighed a silent breath of whole relief and slowly pressed into his bedroom, with Berri cradled in his arms. With the utmost of care, he pressed deeper into his pitch-black bedroom, his muted golden eyes could see everything in the dark. He rounded his massive bed and carefully began to rest Berri on her side, furthest away from his bedroom door. Upon releasing her for good, he stood up straight, stretched his shoulders a little and pulled out his phone. Upon cueing a few remote code room options, he turned on one of his bedroom lights, farthest across the room, so he could properly see without his own night vision. Although Berri was laid on top of Turbo's billowy, grey and cream sheets and downs, he felt agitation plague him at the sight and remembrance that Lash was likely using his bed to nap all day long, the way the bedding was mushed and twisted.

Turbo rubbed his face in agitation, and although he knew he could easily fix it, he flinched as Lash came stumbling into his bedroom with a glass of water, like asked. Turbo raised his eyebrows in soft assessment and watched as his little brother crossed the room in due diligence, a frosty cup of ice water at the ready, Turbo sagged his shoulders and felt whole relief plague him. He had left Lash inside of Sugar Rush with no supervision, a massive risk that Zed likely would not have approved of in a million years. Turbo knew that Lash, deep down, was a respectable man and could easily hold his own in the way of outwardly showing true gentlemanliness, and as Lash's silent figure neared, Turbo tenderly accepted the water from Lash's hands and gave him a sweet smile of full gratitude. Turbo then carefully set the water down on the nightstand, nearest Berri, and inhaled a shaky breath as both boys hovered.

"You used my bed, didn't you," Turbo muttered in a whisper, though Lash lulled his eyes closed in annoyance.

"It's extremely comfy, dude, it was BEGGING me to take a nap," Lash silently hissed, though as Turbo began to cue a few things in his remote share of the code room and eyed Lash in preparation to politely explain that he needed a moment of privacy, with Berri, Lash inhaled a quick breath and carried on in nervous, cheeky curiosity, "You're not gunna make her sleep in her concert clothes, are you?"

"No, I'm not... Can we get a little privacy? I'll meet you out in the kitchen in a few minutes," Turbo tenderly pressed in whispering, though Lash largely furrowed his eyebrows and shot Turbo an innocently curious look.

"Dude... You're not going to just undress her while she's asleep like this, are you?" Lash cautioned, though Turbo lulled his eyes closed in irritation and shook his head.

"No, I'm not... That's what the code room is for," Turbo whispered in agitation, though he cocked an eyebrow and pointed to the beautiful, glistening ring on Berri's left hand, "Besides, I don't think trust would be an issue, here, dude. She's set to be my wife."

"... Holy shit she said yes?!" Lash sharply whispered, to which Turbo firmly put his hand on Lash's shoulder and began to cutely shoo him out of the room.

"Let me get Berri tucked in and I'll tell you everything, just... Give us a minute," Turbo firmly instructed with a whisper of a laugh, Lash rolled his eyes and began to leave the room once and for all.

"You're such a sap, dude," Lash mumbled, though he shot Turbo a playful smirk of irritation as he shut the door behind him, leaving Berri and Turbo now entirely alone.

Turbo inhaled a shaky breath and now peered down to the mess in his bed. Sheets and blankets in disarray, he shook his head and began to cue up the infrastructure of his bedroom, and everything it entailed. With a quick few presses, the bedding silently blipped into a reset and flickered back into the large mattress all straight, cleaned and refreshed. As his eyes moved to Berri's figure, she lay in her uncomfortable stage clothes, Turbo's big zip up hoodie, make up that still managed to last the entire night and a whole swathe of likely being in desperate need of a shower. Knowing full well resetting one's coding, in the code room, was a cheat way to proverbially take a shower and become entirely clean, Turbo inhaled a deep breath and sat down next to Berri, on the side and edge of his bed. Laid on her side, facing him, Turbo carefully scanned to Berri's coding and knew that this could get tricky quickly. In doing everything he could to be a gentleman, he first reset her coding and then moved into putting her in something to wear for bed.

Deciding simply on a clean pair of underwear and a looser, light blue tank top, he easily reset the entirety of her coding and was thrilled to see her silver circuits eagerly do what they could to adhere to Turbo's instructions. Now splayed on her side, fresh and clean, skin free of any makeup, dirt or sweat, Turbo inhaled a revived breath, stood and did everything he could to pull his freshly cleaned downs and sheets up and over her still snoozing figure. His patient grey hands meticulously began to tidy her gorgeous, now clean blue hair, although it was still straightened, he could see the ends begin to want to curl into its natural, wavy state; with such, he carefully tucked it behind her ears and made sure her bangs were out from her face. He bent down and did everything he could to make sure she was snug into his bed and billowy downs, tight over her shoulders and snug warm into her final landing point for the night. Allowing himself a few more moments to fully love on his new bride-to-be, he lulled his eyes closed and did whatever he could to push a few warm, slow, lingering kisses into the stress marks on her temples, the soft skin on her cheeks and forehead, her deep breathing was even and it was clear to him that she was entirely long gone and now properly set up for the best night's sleep.

Turbo smiled down to her sweet face, and as his hand warmly pet the side of her head and he quietly whispered his love to her, he finally stood and began to assess his room. Making sure the water, on the nightstand, was accessible to her, he turned off his bedroom lamp, across the way, and left his bathroom light on the dimmest setting knowing that if she woke up shortly, she'd be able to see just where she was. In due diligence, he set the room's temperature to a comfortable setting, switched on his ceiling fan for the white noise and quietly left his bedroom, Berri's secret haven of blissful rest she so desperately needed. Upon clacking his door shut and allowing his eyes to gleam down the corridor that lead to his kitchen, he could see Lash about the island, diligently cleaning up any messes he had made throughout the day. Turbo held his breath and knew, here, he needed to continue on being a good example for his little brother, just what it meant to be a strong man and an even stronger leader, to take care of his loved ones and do so with humility and no shame. Turbo pressed down his corridor and inhaled a deep, revived breath; knowing his bedroom was sound proof, he was glad both boys could now be rowdy and do and say whatever they wanted, now in the dregs of this exciting day.

"Dude I thought you DIED," Lash barked with a hefty laugh as Turbo finally heaved a heavy sigh and pressed into his brightly illuminated home and kitchen. Lash choked a few more laughs as he rounded Turbo's island, set a few of his used plates in the sink and began to hurry over to Turbo's figure, "Man I was like... SCREAMING the entire time you were on stage, I almost pissed myself."

"You're telling me," Turbo suddenly choked a noise as Lash barreled into him for a big hug, and though Turbo wobbled, he eagerly gripped his arms about Lash's upper shoulders and gave him a big squeeze, "Hey, thanks for... Well..."

"Dealing with you? Two weeks worth of mopey blue? Cleaning up after you? Not taking over the entirety of Sugar Rush while you were gone?" Lash rattled off as both boys finally unhanded each other, Turbo rolled his eyes and rubbed the back of his head as Lash began to press on with his tidying, "I can keep going."

"For everything, Lash, for... Everything," Turbo huffed a shaky breath, he came about the bend of the island and took note that, although his home definitely looked lived in for the day, Lash did certainly do a good job at cleaning up, "I have a lot to tell you, and... I AM exhausted, but I wanted to come in here and reconvene with you."

"Right, so, tell me about you and Berri, where did pretty boy go?" Lash pressed, he turned on Turbo's faucet in the sink, which was in the center of his massive island, he glanced his golden eyes in Turbo's direction, before him, and began to kindly clean his own dishes. Lash shrugged his masculine shoulders, he wore a tattered black shirt with a hole in the collar, "The second Berri said that Gunner wouldn't be joining for the show, I was like... What the fuck happened there."

"Yeah, I... I'm the reason he didn't perform," Turbo's raspy, now eternally sleepy voice pressed, he lulled his golden eyes closed and sagged his face into his palm, with his elbow dug into the glossy dark marble of his island. He finally wrinkled his nose, unbuckled his pants and clumsily took of his shirt, to which then he finally sagged in sleepy relief at the shed of clothes, "I ended up chasing him out of there, I guess. I didn't MEAN for it, I just..."

"What he just saw you and RAN? Surely no one else in public did that," Lash wrinkled his nose and shot Turbo a knowing smirk, "What kind of a man is this guy, just panics once he sees you?"

"I nearly beat him up, Lash, him and Berri were arguing and he dared to like... Grab and shake her around," Turbo deeply growled, his eyes reopened in tenderness, and with the remembrance of such a time, the glow in his eyes began to sag to that of a vivid orange, something Lash immediately cued to in terror.

"Uh, uh, okay-okay, don't go all... Angry eyes on ME, I didn't do anything to you," Lash barked as he waved around the soapy dish brush, sending a healthy splay of bubbles into the air; said whisk of cute bubbles had Turbo's orange eyes sagging back to gold as his now shortened, exhausted attention span couldn't keep up with his emotions, "O-Okay, so you... Gave him a stern talking to."

"I was like screaming in his face, I scared the pants off of everyone," Turbo's voice groaned as he began to firmly and slowly rub his face in exhausted agitation, "I backed him to a wall and pretty much threatened that any further amount of communicating with my Queen would land him in hot water."

"Berri was off on the side lines swooning, guarantee," Lash muttered with a cute smile, he gave Turbo said smile and cocked an eyebrow, "Eh?"

"Yeah, we made out afterwards," Turbo choked a tired laugh, both boys eased into a cute, erupted laughing fit, though Turbo finally softened and shook his head in delirious delight, "Yeah, then it was time for everyone to go on stage, Gunner abandoned the crew, I guess Berri went to go reason with him and he called her a selfish bitch, and-"

"Whoa, whoa, next time you bump into this guy, please make sure I'm present," Lash suddenly barked as he gestured his hand and gave Turbo a look of certainty, "Nobody talks to my sister like that..."

Turbo softened in the melt of Lash's very sweet insinuation. Although his brain was now not firing on all cylinders, Turbo still allowed Lash's tender notion to so deeply resonate. Someone who was previously so against code swapping, so against any form of this raw, new thing they're discovering, such as romance, Turbo allowed Lash's very kind rush to Berri's aid to gloss his soul in brotherly camaraderie. Turbo eased a little smile to his lap, his broad bare chest inhaled a deep breath, he aimlessly fiddled with the thick, unbuckled metal of his belt, and as Lash's silent cleaning motions carried on, Turbo long-blinked in tender disbelief and brought his gaze back up to Lash's warm, calm disposition.

"Lash, what changed in you?" Turbo's deep voice so tenderly questioned, and though Lash wrinkled his nose and simply glanced Turbo a playful look of smiling irritation, he quickly took note of Turbo's tender, vulnerable question and bashfully sank to Turbo's level; the sassy smile Lash had crowned sagged to that of a swathe of humility, he gently shrugged and shook his head as he continued to clean the last of the dishes.

"I-I don't know, man, I guess... All that time we've had to just... Be with our thoughts," Lash huffed a chuckle, "When you first started dating Libby, and even swapped with her, I didn't really have time to get to know her. Throttle and Nox ran off, and you, well... Figuratively ran off. I felt left behind."

"Like you always would feel," Turbo eased in soft humility alongside a nod, he knew he needed to level with Lash's past trauma, as Lash had so easily done for him.

"Yeah, man, it just... Felt as if I was always behind. You ran off and swapped with what was likely a pretty incredible woman, but then you guys started having problems and it all just got so messy," Lash wrinkled his nose and shrugged, "And then they got unplugged, and it was like... User, ALL that for NOTHING. And now you're TRAPPED. I just seemed so stupid and pointless."

"I hear you," Turbo warmly assured, Lash's words stung his grey skin, though he heaved a shaky breath and patiently allowed Lash to carry on.

"Although I'm here late to the game, I still remember the night you all unbubbled me, I remember what Berri said about you amidst all the fighting," Lash softened with a smile and looked down, "The... Insane devotion and protection in her eyes, towards you, how she admitted that she loved you in that moment. It spoke to me. Someone could so diligently love my big brother with such a fire, even after all the shit we've ALL done, it just... Blew me away."

Turbo eased a wide, knowing grin and looked back down to his lap in rising, warm glee. After a moment of soft silence between both boys, Turbo finally peered up into Lash's eyes and hovered, he patiently listened to Lash, a very rare and soft side of him that began to unfold, like a flower that only bloomed in the dead of night under the right conditions; blink and you'd miss it.

"It... Gave me hope," Lash shrugged, he gave Turbo a soft smile and a nod, "And, she's cool as hell. We're good buds, I bug her with my texting all the time. I don't know, man, a lot has changed. Sure, I did everything to protect you from Arcade and from Aroq and from the deleters... Sure, I was super against code swapping because of what happened between you and Libby, but... History won't repeat itself if we don't let it. Could we have been smarter about settling into a demo game? Yeah."

"Yeah, I guess that was our first mistake," Turbo grumbled as he shut his eyes in sleepiness, "Nox and Throttle quietly knew better..."

"This is different. I've never been a huge advocate of losing a shred of your coding for another person, but," Lash shrugged and gave Turbo another smile of warmth, something Turbo was shocked was lasting this long, "You and Berri have something incredibly special. You BOTH made that very clear, today, in front of the whole of Arcade. I mean... I-I'm REALLY proud of you, Bo. That took balls. Not only did you leave the game, but you risked your whole life to be in front of over ten thousand gamers, not to mention everyone watching at home."

"I didn't think, I just... Did," Turbo stated through a shaky sigh, "Throttle came up to me backstage and frantically made clear that Berri had the wrong mic and I just..."

"I know, you looked like a robot coming on to the stage, I FROZE, I thought I was dreaming!" Lash choked a laugh as he swung his arm and pointed to Turbo's large tv, which was on and muted in the living room.

"Trust me, I did too," Turbo huffed a tired chuckle and gave Lash a grateful smile, "Thanks, bud, that... REALLY means a lot to me. I'm glad you and Berri get alone so well."

"She's pretty cool," Lash complimented warmly, he bobbed a nod and looked down, "It'll be cool to have a sister. I wish I knew Koko better, but... It's cool that I can really get to know Berri before you guys go and swap and get married and have babies and all that other bullshit."

"Slow down," Turbo gently waggled his hand, "We JUST got engaged, like... Not even an hour ago."

"Oh wow, I thought you did it right after the show?" Lash pressed curiously, though Turbo inhaled a sharp yawn and scrunched his face as he opened his mouth wide.

"No, no, I..." Turbo heavily exhaled his yawn and concluded his exhausted notion, "I took her back to the stage, just us, just the dim station lights and the like, and... I wanted it to be private, so, yeah."

"Well, good," Lash bobbed a nod, "Y'got what you wished."

"And THEN some," Turbo bugged his exhausted eyes and aimlessly looked across his kitchen, "It'll all hit me tomorrow morning."

"Holy shit I left the game. Holy shit I ran off Archived Chaos's lead singer. Holy shit I played in Arcade's HUGEST stage," Lash quickly listed in playful mockery, "Holy shit! I'm getting married!"

"Yeah, I'm going to sleep VERY well tonight," Turbo muttered in a croak of full-on decline.

"Alright, go on, then," Lash waggled his hand, "Don't let me keep you here."

Although Turbo almost took his word for it and was due to slipping away, he halted dead in his tracks and fully realized just the situation he had, here. The following morning would be a tender, fragile morning where he could officially spend it with his bride-to-be, after their weeks of strife, he eyed Lash and knew, full well, the last thing him and Berri wanted was for Lash to be around with his loud, obnoxious antics. Such a fragile morning required privacy, and though Turbo was typically so quick to claim back his privacy, he now felt bad due to all of the sweet things Lash had just revealed. Turbo exhaled a faltered sigh, sagged his shoulders and gave Lash a knowing look.

"Bud," Turbo groaned in soft understanding, and though Lash began to look deflated, Turbo gave him a cute, knowing smile and shook his head, "Please put yourself in my shoes."

"Yeahhh you and Berri want to romp around and not be bothered, I get it," Lash muttered loudly in annoyance, Turbo choked a bashful laugh and kindly held his hand to his chest.

"Definitely not tonight, but... I really have no clue what the morning is going to look like, and I'll be damned if it all gets messed up, once more," Turbo rushed with growing laughter both boys fell into.

"I respect that, I get it," Lash waggled his hand and shook his head, "Back to my bubble, then..."

"Lash, I... I'm going to talk to Zed, about you, okay?" Turbo pressed kindly, this halted Lash in his movements as his curious eyes now nervously peered into Turbo's.

"Wh-why?" Lash staggered sorrowfully, Turbo shook his head and looked down to his island.

"You were left alone in the game... I almost dare to say that if I would've left you with full powers, Sugar Rush would still safely be in one piece," Turbo dared, he eyed Lash to get a genuine response.

"... I love and respect you and your progress in this game, too much, to follow my own previous selfish will of getting you as far away from Sugar Rush's entrance as possible," Lash mumbled gently.

"I'm going to rat myself out and... Tell Zed that you were left unubbled while I was gone," Turbo sighed a hot breath through his nose, "I'll probably get a slap on the wrist, but... I want to see about giving you a permanent room either in my loft, or somewhere on palace grounds."

"... R-really?" Lash staggered in humbled surprise as he sagged his shoulders, Turbo bobbed a firm nod.

"Really, you deserve it," Turbo eased gently, "It's going to take a few long talks with the heads, and as Sugar Rush's future King, I have to take in all accounts, all sides, but... I'm sure we all can work something out, bud. I really... Am grateful for you turning over a new leaf, here. Seeing you be protective of Berri and supportive of me, and of us, it... Really shows how far you've come along. Thank you."

"... You're welcome," Lash pressed in a lilt of warm softness, he bobbed Turbo a nod and, as the boys held eyes for a second, he finally scoffed a boyish laugh and shrugged, "If I were you, I'd swap codes with Berri BEFORE having that conversation with Zed, my guy."

"Wait, why?" Turbo staggered with a nervous laugh.

"Because then it's like, that's permanent, ain't nothing he can do but just scold your ass," Lash choked a louder laugh, though Turbo grinned and rolled his eyes.

"He gave me his blessing and said that I could marry his daughter," Turbo grunted as he got to a stand, "Pretty sure he wouldn't just take it all back over something like this. He's not an evil tyrant, I'm sure he'll be understanding, at least."

"You'll probably still get scolded, though," Lash muttered with a knowing smile.

"Probably will, but... I have to be honest, I can't step into a new title as Prince with dishonesty," Turbo mumbled as his eyes began to sag closed, though Lash gestured to Turbo's figure and eased a knowing laugh.

"Alright, wonder boy, go ahead and bubble me so you can go be all lovey-dovey with your new bride, go on, go on," Lash mumbled in a lilt of whole annoyance, though his warm smile proved otherwise, "Just promise me you'll at least text me or unbubble me the second you guys decide you want some company."

"I will... Thanks man," Turbo prod cutely, and as both men rounded the corner, they sagged into another brotherly hug, a softer touch of gentlemanly warmth they likely wouldn't freely display in public. Turbo kept Lash tightly tucked into his chest, and vice versa, both boys pat each other's backs in the sag of a final, gentle unleash of each other once and for all, "I love you."

"Love you too," Lash bashfully mumbled, he pleadingly gave Turbo a cute smile of mild annoyance and shook his head, "Please don't forget about me."

"I won't," Turbo softly promised as he began to pull out his phone and shred of remote code room properties, so to properly send Lash off.

With a gentle shuffling noise that now became present to Berri's subconscious, she furrowed her eyebrows in sleepy confusion and opened her eyes, though upon opening her eyes, she immediately took note that the room she was in, was pitch black. In the knee-jerk reaction to sit up in a panic, she felt her pupils lightly tighten with the sight that now pressed into the void of a darker area, likely a door frame. What pressed into the room, the only thing she could see, was the very dim glow of Turbo's golden eyes, just barely illuminating the bridge of his nose and nothing more. Berri held her breath and very rapidly began to take note of just exactly what the heck was going on, though as she inhaled a deep breath through her nose, the gentle slid of her bare legs in her warm cushiony vat of eternal comfort, she very quickly realized she was in Turbo's bed, buried deep in his comfortable downs. She fluttered her eyes in softness and finally sagged in deflated relief, she felt clean and new, reset back to her shiny coded state, she barely peered across the stretch of Turbo's bed and took note of just what he was up to, which seemed to be him heading in the motions of properly going to sleep.

Berri held her breath as she saw his faintly glowing eyes now near the other side of the bed, nearest his bedroom door. He set his phone on his nightstand, as well as a glass of water for himself, and with a draw, he easily began to take his pants off. With the heavy thud of his belt, buckle and denim, he cued his phone options in a dim setting of quiet, contemplating, sleepy cuteness. His finger prod at a few options, though with a firm reset to his coding, being too lazy to shower, he silently blipped back to the ground with a fresh air about him, and with the final lock of his phone and a ready, deep inhale in preparation for his head to hit the pillow, he halted his quick movements and began to very carefully crawl into bed. Knowing now that he had a special soul to share his bed with, he eased his tenderly glowing gaze to the beautiful woman now in his clutches, and with as much care and ease as his jostling movements could afford, he did everything he could to sneak Berri into his strong, big embrace; with such, he was delighted to feel a bit more intelligent stirring on Berri's end, she snuggled deep into his bare chest and murmured a quiet, sleepy whisper on the skin of his neck and jaw.

"What time is it?" Berri quietly croaked in exhausted curiosity, to which Turbo got settled a bit more firmly and kept their bodies tightly woven.

"Almost two," Turbo mumbled, he exhaled a long, hot breath through his nose as he gave Berri's bare shoulder a few smooches, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"No, it's okay," Berri assured, she fluttered her eyes in whole desire and inhaled his musk, the lovely, familiar scent she always had adored, she sagged her arms about Turbo's broad chest and felt glad that the weave and tangle of their bare legs wasn't something that accompanied an explanation or nervous, stuttering excuses, a melt of two puzzle pieces like it was the most normal thing to do, Berri felt her heart thud in conclusive delight. She tenderly gave the side of Turbo's thicker jugular a few kisses, alongside the trail of his own on her cute shoulder and collar, she breathed him one last notion before slipping back into the best slumber of her life, "I'm so happy I'm here with you... I love you."

"I love you, too," Turbo whispered, he tucked her soft hair behind her ear and lulled his golden eyes closed as they finally got settled in each others woven, warm, lovingly tangled embrace, unabated and unrestricted. He felt his heart beat want to go crazy, though exhaustion plagued the both of them, and as he whispered her another loving notion onto the side of her cheek, his loving hands rubbed her upper to lower back in a methodical draw of further tenderness, "Go back to sleep... Sleep for as long as you want, okay?"

"Mhmm," Berri sleepily mumbled as she sagged into his bare chest, once and for all, and though Turbo held her cradled in a tight embrace of their now radiating body heat, he very soon after felt Berri's body deflate and succumb to slumber, once more.

Turbo smiled longingly and sagged against her embrace, as well, and although the two had the entirety of Turbo's massive king sized bed, they lay snuggled tight to each other dead in the center. Turbo lulled his eyes closed, for good, and allowed the weight of the day melt on top of the two in a cloak of beautiful memories. The way the world seemingly froze, for this one day, to bless them with an incredible day packed with good moments, fun things to look back on, on top of outrageously amazing things to also look forward to, the good very heavily outweighed the bad. Although Turbo could pick apart the day and assuredly sift through the bad moments, for both present and future, he nuzzled his nose into the top of Berri's hair and relished in her sweet, clean scent, the unforgettable feeling of her body warmly snuggled into his, he finally sagged into slumber, knowing that any dreaming he would endure tonight could never top the dream of a day he had seemingly float through, the gleaming promise of a future that assured to him that this was, indeed, his brand new lease on life, something to never take for granted ever again.