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BanannaSammich : Hey girl! Thank you! And yes! Anger is only prone to wreckers, though Theo doesn't go to Ralph for this certain situation cause it more deals with coding, at the root. The gang has a bit of a wreck-fest coming up, where Tessa and Ralph expand on anger and dealing with it, whilst Turbo is the newbie wrecker and etc. So it gets expanded on, just not here :)
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In Wonderment of Winter by Gareth Coker
*Chapter 210*
With fresh, lively circuits of rose gold, Turbo's body glitched to their rightful pixels as he came into the gorgeous hull of his own code room. With a three hundred sixty degree scope of bevelled glass, a sanctuary of secured coding that hung one level underneath his home, Sugar Rush's morning sun beamed into his glassy code room in a show of heavenly perfection. With his sprawl of his city, as well as Sugar Rush's pristine, white palace tight on the minty horizon, Turbo inhaled a readied breath and felt purpose rush him. Wearing nothing but his favorite, lazy red sweats, he grimaced inwardly and was disappointed that his and Berri's scheduled swap was now postponed, and although it was all fun and enjoyable, he was well aware sticking to their schedule, amidst their fresh, volatile and vulnerable coding, was the best thing they could do for each other. In the rush of thoughts, he was grateful him and Berri were a strong pair, no matter what, grateful that Berri selflessly ushered Turbo out of their little love nest so to help Theo, who was in desperate need.
As Turbo's patient eyes brought up the still-strange sight of rosy coding and holograms before him, in the form of his intelligent code room's infrastructure, he allowed a smile of warm gratitude to plague him, the coolness of his previously slept code room had the black hairs on his arms and torso raise with goosebumps alongside the thought of returning to Berri's love, after these impending, important duties. Still swathed in minty nervousness, Turbo's eyes dart about each index that lowered, gentle little flashing lights of awaiting assignments for the day, emails and messages patiently waiting to be read and replied to, scribbles of notes to himself that all spanned in a curved, bevelled effect about him, he shook his head in discombobulated urgency and swat the lot of it away. In confused fashion, a single menu hovered before him, his quick, strong fingers tapped through each file like lightning until he finally came to Theo's private code box. In a flicker to the left of his code box read a handful of different options for this precious person, one being the cue for teleportation; with a firm push, Turbo cued Theo's coding to the center of his lovely, white, sunny code room, a glass bubble on top of the world.
"Hey, bud," Turbo pressed in confident wariness as Theo's pixels came to the center of Turbo's nest of Sugar Rush's inner workings, though with such, Turbo nervously raised his eyebrows and took note that upon coded arrival, Theo's coding was angrily glitched out in empty patches of hot white coding, insinuating that there were errors easily taking place within Theo's mainframe; Theo grappled his hair, shot his dire attention to Turbo and huffed a trembling few words he easily faltered on.
"U-User, I'm... I'm so glad you're awake," Theo begged, Turbo felt his heart sink at the raw sight of his best friend, before him. Entirely haggard, Theo looked as if he hadn't slept in days. He wore a lazy, light grey tank top and black sweat pants, his once-lovely, muted green hair was in disarray, his eyes were sunken into his skull, he was on the verge of being unrecognizable. Theo nervously began to step closer to Turbo, he was tense though looked as fragile and as delicate as a floating soap bubble. He urgently peered into Turbo's eyes, his own emerald eyes were unreservedly glassy with tears, "Please tell me you know what to do, PLEASE tell me you know what to do!"
"Theo, of course I know what to do, c'mere-"
"Has this ever happened to you before?" Theo worried as he came within five feet of Turbo, and though Turbo was due to pulling up Theo's more opened indexes and stats, deeper coding that required his coded thumbprint for permission to nose through, Turbo felt his heart break at Theo's pure show of distress, something Turbo had never witnessed from him before.
"No, Teddy," Turbo soothed, he straightened his posture a little and allowed Theo's shivering voicemail to ring true, Theo's desperate pleas for a big brother, Turbo smiled a little and knew exactly how to be said big brother; a good one, to boot. Turbo understood, here, that in order to reign a calm sense of energy, he had to be the epitome of it. Like still water, Turbo relaxed every joint to his name and, although his minty eyes still peered into Theo's glassy eyes, Turbo so softly gestured his opened palm downwards in a slow motion of asking Theo to calm down, "Easy, easy... Easy... Theo, take a deep breath for me."
"I-I mean, I feel as if my lungs are shrinking," Theo worried as he tried to take a deep breath, though it only turned into a few shallow pants; Turbo stood still and held on to his calm disposition for as long as he could, he quickly took note that Theo was beginning to endure a panic attack.
"Theo, you're panicking and that's causing shortness of breath," Turbo's deep, wise voice glossed over Theo's shivering soul, "Untense your shoulders, slow your breathing. You're with me now, this can be solved, you're going to be JUST fine."
"Turbo, I feel like such a failure, I-I... I can't believe I didn't just PULL OUT or some shit, WHY did I have to put myself through this!" Theo suddenly shouted in full anger at himself, a bellow of genuine, wrecking power that sagged back to Theo's true roots as Wreck-It Ralph's grandson. Turbo inhaled a shaky breath and tried not to be entirely intimidated by said wrecker's raw ability to go from a genuine teddy bear to a savage destroyer in two seconds flat, and though Turbo opened his mouth to hopefully up the ante and deliver Theo through this mess, Theo furrowed his brow in teary anger and allowed his voice to bellow to decibels Turbo had no clue Theo was even capable of, "WHY did you give me this... This... SHITTY ADVICE to go after Tatum like this!"
"Theodore, you want a big brother, you've got a big brother," Turbo loudly stabbed, causing Theo's mirage of unmovable anger to easily crumble in a flinch of teary nervousness, though Turbo inhaled a sharp breath and filled their gap, "I'm going to treat you just like how I treat Nox and Lash in situations like these, now if you want to get through this mess without either of us destroying anything, you're going to shut up and listen to me."
Just as Theo opened his mouth to hurry on, Turbo reached his hand out and grappled Theo's lower arm in a grip of live-wired coding that flood Turbo's palm. In a breathy falter of words that shakily turned into confused sighs, Theo frowned and peered his eyes tight to Turbo's as their coding mixed amidst an exterior swap. Adamant to flood Theo's mind with a balance of certainty, positivity and urgency for this situation, Turbo furrowed his eyebrows and felt his heart drop amidst the silent snoop about Theo's shivering coding. As if his coding was simply a grassy green glen that had been angrily flooded by murky water, only little sprouts of said green grass could be seen desperately peaking from the depths, as if to gasp for one last breath of air before being suffocated. Turbo knew Theo would clearly survive like this, though his mental health would take an immediate nose dive. Due to Theo's sensitive nature, the glitching abilities that made every single glitcher's coding far more vulnerable and sensitive, Turbo was thrilled to finally take the reins back from Theo. Both men locked eyes in a swathe of very different emotions, and as Turbo's minty gaze hooked dead into Theo's, Theo's heavy breathing continued on in a rush of terror, though it began to deepen and even out.
"Easy... Look at me, you're just fine," Turbo firmly pressed, though his tone was laced with all the love and care in the world. He shook his head and kept his eyes firmly into Theo's, though his heart shattered as Theo's disposition began to crumple to that of a little boy who was desperate for affirmation. Turbo was well aware the code among men, among brothers, was to show firm care, and although it didn't typically come in the form of doting, tender, physical love, Turbo knew that in the sanctity of his code room, he was due to giving Theo every single shred of unreserved care his terrified soul desperately needed, in this instance. With such a rush of brotherly camaraderie, Turbo sagged his live-wired hand into Theo's and continued to just plow Theo's shivering coding with a swathe of certainty, "Take a deep breath, Teddy, a BIG, deep breath."
As tears streamed Theo's face, he did whatever he could to intake air and keep it going for a longer duration than what he was previously, though he succumbed to shallow breaths of panic. Although getting easier and breathing that had finally begun to slow down, he still had a bit of a ways to go. With his hand still gripped to Theo's, Turbo volleyed his eyes across the way, cued for Theo's code box with his free hand and allowed his minty eyes to stab about the menus and indexes that smoothly unfurled amidst hovering in Turbo's and Theo's starkly different energies. Turbo pressed a few buttons but ultimately came to an end-all, and any further would require Theo's coded permissions. Turbo opened his mouth to politely ask Theo if he had his permission to not only go deeper into his coding, but surface his core coding, though before Turbo could even get any words out, Theo messily pressed the blunt of his thumb into the holographic reader before him, as if to make clear to Turbo that he was willing to do anything and everything to reverse this issue.
"Look, man, I can usually handle stress and pain, I have a high threshold for it," Theo mumbled in trembling defeat, he shook his head and grit his teeth in a rise of sorrow that plagued him, something that very eagerly sought out Turbo's fresh, happy coding and was due to attempting to knock down such a strong hold, "I'm not kidding, I've never felt this close to death. Is it as easy as a reset? I'm begging, here."
"No, Ted, unfortunately it's not as easy as a reset of your gamer coding, I have to go through a few rounds of hard-resetting your core coding, and you're having a panic attack, which is not aiding in your feeling of touching on death," Turbo instructed, he inhaled a deep breath and removed his own hand from Theo's, and though Theo had very adamantly made clear that he was open to anything and everything, Turbo bobbed Theo a nod and eased into the last stretch of verbal consent before going any further, "This is going to get personal, I'm warning you."
"Dude, I wouldn't even care if you pantsed me, I'm serious, please just help me," Theo grunted as he shut his eyes tight and carefully shook his head in a small bout of surely rising desperation; tears streamed his cheeks, though Turbo bobbed a nod and inhaled a readied breath.
"Follow my instructions, here, Theo. It's extremely important," Turbo's deep, confident voice laced Theo's soul, like a teacher to a student, Theo melted in Turbo's care and bobbed a nod, as if to make clear that he was ready to do absolutely anything Turbo said if it were to make the trauma cease. Turbo cued a few of Theo's coding information, amidst his more raw and deeply opened code box. He eyed a smaller, holographic display of Theo's coded nervous system, all showing hot points of each of his fourteen stressor marks and just where thick arteries of coding lay. Turbo finally stepped deeper into Theo's bubble and stood tight to Theo's left side. He eyed the glowing code box, on display for both men, and cued the command of his voice out to his intelligent code room, "Firewalls down, core coding reset, code blocking reversal for Theodore Trey Von Schweetz, finalized audible command only, on my word."
"Audible command on, core coding reset and code blocking reversal, firewalls paused. Your word, your highness," The soothe of Turbo's shred of Sugar Rush's intelligent code room pressed, a quiet, robotical chime of certainty that seamlessly bowed to Sugar Rush's new prince.
"Alright Ted, drop your shoulders, relax your arms, take a few deep breaths for me," Turbo pressed as Theo nervously glanced in Turbo's direction, to his direct left. Turbo allowed the coding on his fingertips to ease into said focal point on the pads of his pointer and middle fingers. With his right hand, he gently sagged his arm and hand up the back of Theo's shirt, his rosy, live-wired fingertips firmly pressed into the point of stress between Theo's shoulder blades. Like wildfire, said stressor mark violently appeared underneath Turbo's cue, and with said jolt of success, Theo gasped and did everything to keep his breathing normal. With this, Turbo skillfully wormed his left hand into the top of the brim of Theo's thick sweats and pressed down into the stressor on his left hip bone. With another point of success, said stressor angrily flared, and as Turbo's now confidently glowing eyes honed tight to Theo's code box, on display before the both of them, he eased Theo a warm notion before instructing the code room to follow suit, "Alright, Theo, take a big, deep breath and don't exhale until I tell you... Reset."
"Commencing reset," The code room intelligently cued, and with such, Turbo held his breath, lulled his eyes closed and allowed a shock wave of his own coded energy to course through Theo's coding as his fragile, green coding urgently reset to the grid.
"Breathe out," Turbo instructed as the wave of electricity urgently bounced about Theo's coding, and back to Turbo's. Theo huffed a soft, long, shaky exhale as his fragile coding now began to piece itself back together, though Turbo didn't waver from his stance, the pinpoint of his hands on Theo's two stressors were still firm and precise. Turbo lovingly pressed Theo a gentle notion of continuation, "Twice more, just relax. Take in another deep breath, don't exhale until I say."
Theo nodded nervously and quickly followed Turbo's instruction, and with a deep suck of air, Theo's trembling orbs peered to the expanded code box before both men, and as Turbo's confident voice called for a second reset, Theo lulled his eyes closed and allowed the reverberation of finalized care gloss over him in the form of tender, familiar coding. As if Berri and Turbo, as one big ball of a unit, were quickly rushing Theo's coding for the hugest hug of a lifetime, Theo eagerly welcomed the onslaught of Turbo's fresh, rosy coding to bounce around the white, barren spaces of his coding in the form of given life, and with yet another hard reset, Theo could feel his world begin to bevel as his ears rang. Turbo cooed Theo a notion to exhale, and though Theo bobbed a nod and complied, he opened his mouth and rushed Turbo a nervous notion.
"I'm dizzy," Theo's crackling, exhausted voice pleaded, to which Turbo inhaled a readied breath and supplied Theo's core coding with a swathe of amped energy and stability.
"How about now?" Turbo pressed, Theo long-blinked in steadied surprise and nodded.
"Better," Theo huffed shakily, to which Turbo pressed his fingers a little harder into Theo's two stressors.
"One more time, breathe in, hugest breath you can," Turbo firmly instructed, and with the third time as Theo's lucky charm, he inhaled the easiest breath he had in ten hours and was grateful to feel the kiss of air to his lungs, to the full extent, once more. Turbo steadied his coding, once more, and calmly called out to his code room, "Reset."
"Commencing reset," The code room repeated for the third time, and as Turbo softly zapped Theo's whole infrastructure back to life, amidst Theo's inhale, he finally sagged his shoulders once the bounce of fulfilled coding came rushing back to him.
"Exhale," Turbo pressed in release, and though no more resetting took place, Turbo still kept his hands firmly pushed into Theo's two stressors as a brace. He peered his intelligent, curious golden eyes tight to the side of Theo's face and assessed him, he raised his eyebrows in patient wait and quietly rushed Theo a small cue of inquiry, "Tell me how you're feeling."
"Better," Theo's voice crackled, and though Turbo believed him, he secretly ran a few different, personal checks on Theo's coding whilst he was still connected to him, on this deep of a level. He cocked an eyebrow and raised the visibility of the core coding on Theo's jugular, so to get the truth and absolutely every last ounce of the truth out of Theo, no matter what.
"What feels better?" Turbo prod, Theo long-blinked tears down his cheeks and looked as if he was prepared to crumple with exhaustion.
"My coding feels normal again, I can finally breathe," Theo clearly stated in honesty, he shook his head and heaved a shaky breath, "I swear I thought my coding was going to suffocate me."
Turbo gingerly released his hands from Theo's stressors and allowed everything to shrivel away, back to normality. Although Theo's code box hung open in patient wait, the electricity in the code room dulled from the heightened stages of sincere urgency it was just sapped in. Turbo steadied his own, fresh coding, took a few calming deep breaths and firmly peered his curious gaze tight to Theo's. Although he had been reset three times, both just his physical, gamer coding and the deeper, inner workings of his core coding, he still looked as if he hadn't slept in days. The bags under his eyes, the exhaustion in his demeanor, Turbo frowned and was well aware that this next downswing was likely impending, verbal brotherly love that Theo was secondly desperate for.
"I've... Never code blocked before, but I reversed Throttle's code block, about a year ago," Turbo's gentle voice muttered in soft concern, "His wasn't nearly so terrible... I have no clue why yours was so aggressive, like this."
"Thank you," Theo mumbled tearfully, he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and only bashfully glanced to Turbo's eyes before looking down in the now onslaught of embarrassment.
Turbo frowned and assessed Theo; although he was surrounded by family his whole life, had Wren and Berri as sibling-like beings that loved and adored him, Turbo fully understood that what Theo lacked was the proper care of a big brother, something he was honest and up front about. Turbo heaved a hot, long sigh through his nose, and unbeknownst to Theo, he allowed a warm, knowing smile to sprawl his face in the form of a deepening bond. Something he already had with his own brothers, and now Wren, Turbo was thrilled his circle of brotherhood was expanding. A tight-knit circle of care and unrelenting love, Turbo knew snugging Theo into the mix was a wise move. With cautious, slow movements, and the lack of a need for words, Turbo carefully allowed himself into Theo's bubble, once more. He slowly scooped his arm about Theo's broad shoulder, as if to quietly inquire if a hug was something he needed, and much to Turbo's delight, Theo exhaled a shaky breath of exhausted relief and urgently pressed in for an embrace.
Although everyone knew Theo was the most sensitive of the bunch, Turbo froze in a bout of mentally reeling sorrow the second Theo thud the side of his skull to Turbo's broad shoulder, and with Theo's face faced away from Turbo's neck, it was still clear that he had begun to choke small, huffs of silent cries out of his exhausted figure. Turbo's frown broadened, and with such a raw form of true vulnerability, Turbo inhaled a deep, readied breath and slowly grappled his strong, loving arms about Theo's shoulders in a firm, proper hug. Although Theo's heavy wrecking arms dangled for a moment, Theo inhaled a shaky breath and finally raveled his arms about Turbo's upper back in the return of said never-ending brotherly squeeze. As his hot tears began to dot and splay Turbo's bare left shoulder, Theo's back continued to gently tremble with the feeling of continued, silent cries he bravely showed. Theo's hot breath coat the top of Turbo's shoulder as well, which only cued Turbo to squeeze him into a harder hug. After a few, long, patient moments of allowing Theo to quietly express himself and release from the physical and emotional trauma, Turbo lulled the side of his head to Theo's, smiled in soft understanding and allowed his golden eyes to cast across his glassy, gorgeous code room.
"I've got you," Turbo assured in a deep tone, just above a whisper, he allowed Theo's bumbling, still presence for as long as he needed, he didn't dare unravel from said loving hug until Theo was ready; much to Turbo's surprise, this resulted in a hug that went unwavering for nearly three minutes long.
"I have no clue what I'm doing," Theo's teary, trembling, deep tone ushered in the form of weakened vocal chords, though Turbo scoffed a quiet laugh and allowed his hand to gently rub Theo's shoulder amidst their tight embrace.
"'Course you do," Turbo assured in quiet, bewildered cuteness, a gentle shrug that lightly jostled their embrace, "Theo, it's no easy feat to code block... Only reason you had such a nasty back lash, with it, is because you're highly sensitive... Not to mention, you're a glitch. With your coding so raw and exposed, it's much easier to influence. You felt as if you were losing air because you were panicking, and nothing more."
"Sucked," Theo mumbled, he began to quietly hiccup due to just how much crying he had been doing, though their hug remained firm and unwavering, even still.
"It did suck, I've never experienced that first hand, but after seeing you and Throttle deal with it, I'm never even going to attempt it for curiosity's sake," Turbo huffed a small chuckle, though he raised his eyebrows in surprise once he could feel Theo begin to ever so carefully pull from Turbo's presence. With such, Turbo loosened his grip and curiously peered into Theo's disposition. Now worlds calmer, his face was soaked with tears, he looked defeated and ready for a whole entire day's worth of sleep, though Turbo eased him a knowing smile and allowed his thumb to wipe at Theo's cheek and hefty jaw line, equally littered with trickling, fresh tears, "I'm proud of you, Teddy."
"Proud," Theo repeated in mocking disbelief as he furrowed his eyebrows, largely sniffled and looked down to his own hands.
"You followed our SOUND advice and... It landed you with Tatum. No matter what the outcome was of maybe getting caught up in the moment and not properly communicating before hand, Theo... It still landed you and incredible woman. The woman you wanted, the woman you worked hard for," Turbo urged, to which Theo sagged his shoulders in soft realization and bobbed a defeated nod of agreeing. Turbo gripped Theo's shoulder and was grateful to gain his eye contact, "Not only that, but... You've given us REALLY valuable insight to Gunner's outstanding problems."
Theo long-blinked a few tears down his cheeks, and though he had eased up on the crying, a few billows of tears still hung in his glassy eyes, as if stopping the waterworks now was difficult. Theo furrowed his brow in soft contemplation before he peered into Turbo's eyes with a new, fresh hit of further realization, points he had previously touched on but was too shroud in fear to fully delve into. Turbo shrugged and shook his head in bewildered contemplation.
"And, who knows, maybe all Gunner needs is, well... THIS," Turbo gestured his hand out, in reference to what Theo just went through, "If what you're saying is true, about Tatum and Gunner, then it seems as if Tatum will need this as WELL."
"I can't imagine going a whole year, or more, code blocking like that," Theo grit his teeth and rubbed his nose and face, once and for all. He lifted his shirt, finished the job with the soft cotton of his raised tank and finally heaved a long, nasally sigh through his nose as him and Turbo stood close, "Tatum did it with such ease... I felt as if I was about to throw up."
"It's different for us guys, we're genuinely expelling something, and having ALL that coding come rushing BACK into your mainframe, coding that was genuinely meant to leave for good," Turbo grit his teeth and shook his head, "It can cause those weird gaps in coding, like what you were experiencing. It's almost as if it overwrites the fresher coding that was put in its place. Women don't expel anything, amidst a swap, so... Code blocking is a bit more nonchalant and not so damaging. It still could build up and suck, but, yeah... Us guys have it a LOT worse."
"I'm never doing that again," Theo mumbled sorrowfully as he bashfully rubbed the back of his head, though Turbo side-eyed Theo in soft, scheming, smiling delight and pat Theo's upper arm.
"What you do, from here, is communicate your intentions with Tatum," Turbo kindly instructed, "Sure, you don't want to swap codes yet. That's understandable, it's really soon. The only thing you can really do is have a strong pull-out game, my friend."
"I was going to, but the dilemma hit me between the eyes, man, I didn't think it'd have this terrible of repercussions," Theo muttered in sighing agitation.
"You live and you learn," Turbo shrugged, "At least now you can take this experience and really shell out a game plan with Tatum. I'm thrilled you two are together, and... Uh..."
Turbo cocked an eyebrow and gave Theo a cheeky, cute look of boyish understanding as he so lightly tapped the side of Theo's neck. Theo proudly sport a few hickeys, little bruises where Tatum's fangs had lightly dug in, the night prior, Turbo erupted in cute, understanding chuckling as Theo lulled his eyes closed and dared to ease a shy grin of annoyance.
"I figured you'd want to keep these badges of honor, amidst your resetting," Turbo muttered, Theo looked off and bobbed a grateful few nods.
"I did, thank you," Theo mumbled under his breath, he finally brought his soft, apologetic eyes to Turbo's and frowned, "Please, just... Keep this between us. I'm... I'm sorry if I woke you up, or anything."
"No, you didn't wake us up," Turbo trailed in teasing annoyance as he cocked an eyebrow and gave Theo a playful, authoritative look; this was something Theo immediately understood.
"... Yikes, tell... Tell Berri that I'm sorry," Theo muttered through the grit of his teeth, though Turbo blurt a soft chuckle of cute understanding and looked down to his feet.
"No, no, we're not upset, Ted... Your well-being is important," Turbo stated in great warmth, though he eyed Theo and narrowed his gaze, "Though, because Berri was with me when you called, your secret expanded to her. So, we both know what's up, but, rest assured, it's safe with us."
"Thank you," Theo looked off in a muted show of now stark embarrassment, though Turbo warmly gripped Theo's shoulder, once more, and was grateful to get his attention.
"Ted, what you and Tatum have going on, now, is really great. Don't let this situation squander it," Turbo smiled in warmth, to which Theo inhaled a deep breath and began to look properly revived, "I think you should definitely sit her down and discuss just where to go from here, cause I doubt code blocking is in your future, any longer."
"Ho, no. That sucked, I'd rather eat my own pants, I'm serious," Theo choked in hot irritation, his notions got a blurt of a laugh from Turbo's still, patient figure. Both men eased into understanding chuckling, though Theo finally sighed and looked down in smiling shyness, "Thank you, Turbo... Seriously. You responded so fast, and didn't question it."
Turbo narrowed his gaze and bobbed a small nod, and as both boys met eyes, Turbo felt whole in the drape of brotherly love the two now quietly stepped into.
"It's what I do for my family," Turbo assured tenderly, "Nox, Lash, Throttle, Wren, and you. In this mess called life, I've been able to gain back my two little brothers, and add two new little brothers to the mix."
"I'm sure Throttle is exhausted wrangling us all in," Theo smiled, his soul looked as if it was finally refreshed, though his sunken eyes still proved to Turbo that he was due to sending him straight to bed.
"Eh, Throttle is too much of a push over," Turbo looked off and grinned, "If it's not clear by now, I'm the one usually doing the wrangling. I'm not complaining. There's room in my heart for another brother."
"I needed that," Theo admitted, he inhaled a shaky breath and looked as if he was potentially due to start crying, all over again, to which Turbo grinned in apologetic, cheeky urgency and grappled Theo's shoulder, once more.
"Alright, alright, no more tears, you look exhausted as it is," Turbo pleaded cutely as he jostled Theo's arm; he wobbled with a nasally chuckle, rubbed his nose and lulled his eyes closed in sleepiness as Turbo pressed on, "Go on... Go get some SOLID sleep, I don't want to see you for the rest of the day. That's your homework. Tomorrow, we can reconvene if you need more advice, or coding help. Tomorrow... After you've gotten eight hours at the very least. You hear me?"
"Yes, sir," Theo mumbled in defeated, soft gratitude, and although he was due to whisking Theo away, he grappled Theo into another loving hug of a squeeze, one of which Theo gladly obliged to.
"Alright, go on, rest easy," Turbo mumbled warmly as the two gently squeezed, Turbo pat Theo's upper back in a show of full support, and as the two caught eyes in soft smiles, Turbo diligently whisked Theo's coding straight for the teleport pad of his own bedroom, praying to User he'd remain there until he caught up on all of his rest.
