Seemore hadn't seen Kyd Wykkyd look so grim and simultaneously doleful in ages. Seymour Smith was near sobbing at the merciless pain, though he had been considerably worse minutes ago. To be perfectly honest, Private Hive hadn't exactly been lenient that Seemore had failed his most perilous mission, resulting in Elliot Knight teleporting urgently to tend to him yet again, as he ranted enragedly the entire time. Seymour had unfortunately received a few broken ribs, a broken wrist and a twisted ankle, which of course could've been a lot worse, but it still infuriated Kyd terribly. In fact, right now, Seemore had been laid caringly onto Elliot's comfy double bed, Kyd sitting beside him with his pale hand outstretched, dark magic wavering in them weakly. After all, he was actually a half demon- his parents or guardians unknown -but had extremely weak and basic black sorcery- he could teleport effectively, use portals efficiently, heal over a long period of dreary time (thought it immensely exhausted him) and move small objects with some effort. And right now, he was gradually healing Seemore, already successfully fixing one rib and his badly twisted ankle. Kyd was glaring irritatedly at his boyfriend, who was pouting sourly, knowing exactly what Elliot would initially say, breaking the tense silence.

"I told you so."

Seymour couldn't help but smile amusedly and hummed playfully,"Don't get too big headed."

"Ha, you say that but every time I say oh you'll get really hurt, what happens? Oh yep I remember. You come here like you've been in an earthquake, making me, when I warned you, heal you when you know it takes so much from me, See,"Kyd snapped in false exasperation, though obviously admittedly entertained, relieved and dolorous.

"Love me still, though, don't you?,"he teased mischievously, resting a hand on Elliot's narrow face.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Guess you'll never know,"Kyd taunted impishly, before hardening slightly,"Now. Stay still. I need to- argh…"

Elliot groaned effortfully, clearly straining himself as his pale hand shook over Seemore's ribcage. Seymour shivered unnervedly as he weirdly felt a cold, tickling sensation over his injured bones, yet still endured determinedly. At least before he saw Elliot. Kyd was violently shaking with pure effort and had blanched noticeably. He was clasping his amber eyes shut in strained concentration and was groaning quietly, his tensed hand shaking as the black magic faltered in and out of his sharp vision. Soon, the strange feeling dispersed and then moved on to his broken wrist. Seemore frowned dolorously and tenderly placed his hand on Elliot's paled cheek, and caught his trembling wrist. Seymour shuffled forwards and tightly hugged Kyd Wykkyd, snapping him from his troubling struggle. He buried himself in his taller partner's thin torso, frowning in vast concern.

"Stop. Please, Just bandage my wrist and I can wait till my ankle is all good again. But...I'd rather stay here for tonight?,"Seemore asked pleadingly, pulling away reluctantly.

"You sure?,"Kyd checked anxiously, continuing after Seymour's nod,"Well. Fine, I guess. And of course you can stay, I'm not gonna kick you out, honey."

"Thanks,"Seemore sighed appreciatively.

Elliot nodded slowly and hesitantly left the tidy bedroom, searching urgently for the useful medical bag. Soon, he successfully found them and returned swiftly, pouncing upon Seymour as he already positioned the smaller boy's wrist. Seemore smiled gratefully, though frequently wincing painedly as the pristine white bandage was wrapped securely around it, setting it firmly in a safe mould. Elliot released a breath he had scarcely realised he had been holding before cracking into a satisfied smile- at literally just knowing Seymour Smith wasn't going to leave him in such a horrible state for now. Kyd sighed relievedly and gently cupped Seemore's blushing face in his pale hands, before swiftly pulling him into a soft, comforting kiss, feeling all of his edgy tension leave his lanky limbs. The traumatising stress of the dreary day seemed to dissolve as he cradled Seymour closer, even in the awkward, physically affectionate gesture and moved his caring hands to instead lay on Seemore's skinny waist and on his smaller boyfriend's neck. Likewise, Seemore completely relaxed, slumping into Elliot with a contented hum. Reluctantly, they pulled away and Kyd fell onto his back, bringing Seymour besides him so Seemore was being squeezed lovingly into his warm side. Seymour absentmindedly fiddled with Elliot's sleek cape until his caring fingers found the silvery clasp and pulled it off. Kyd rolled his amber eyes exasperatedly but still allowed Seemore to tenderly remove his dark cowl afterwards too. He raised a single eyebrow as his voluminous, black locks spilled from out of its usual confines to all down his slim shoulders, giving Seymour a pointed look. He shrugged non-committedly.

"You know i prefere you without your stupid mask thingy and the dumb cape,"he said simply.

He shuffled so that they were face to face and flashed a mischievous grin. Soon, he gently cupped Ellliot's pale face in his smaller hands, before bringing it closer. Kyd closed his amber eyes relaxedly, smiling pleasedly as he rested his own hands on Seemore's hips. Seymour giggled playfully, lightly poking the tip of Elliot's pale nose.

"I love you,"he whispered.

Immediately, he began gently kissing Kyd on the lips, savouring Elliot nuzzling his pale face closer with a continually growing smile. Kyd Wykkyd returned it affectionately and soon his usually buzzing, sharp mind blanked, with no incessant worries paining him viciously anymore. Instead, he thought of Seymour Smith. And Seymour Smith alone. Seemore was presently also playing non-committedly with his long, silky hair, humming contentedly. Elliot Knight was soon cradling his smaller partner to his thin torso, impeding his lip to lip kissing to instead peck Seemore's blushing cheek. After a while of small, tender kisses, they merely just hugged lovingly in the pleasant silence- the comfortable silence that was swiftly destroyed as Seymour petted behind his boyfriend's ear again, eliciting comforting, soothing purrs. It was nice knowing that only he knew Elliot purred like a little kitten. Kyd sighed lethargically, feeling Seemore's smaller figure curled up comfortably into his warm torso, which was evidently gradually falling asleep, as he himself was laying comfortably into his thick, cosy duvet, his soft purrs dying out along with his… consciousness?

Oh well.

Believe it or not, seconds later, both boys were fast asleep.