Seymour Smith was unable to sleep. The worst part was that he was clueless to why he was so- well, not completely. He was more or less hoping it was for no reason. Maybe it was the ominous darkness that mercilessly followed whenever his useful helmet was reluctantly removed instead. Perhaps it was because he knew he had lagged behind on an immensely important mission.

In fact, he was the entire reason that Jinx, Mammoth and Gizmo had furiously ganged up on him, roughly insisting he had selfishly ruined the whole mission and had even pinned him harshly to the hard wall, threatening him with the dreadful prospect of painful punishment. Seymour had squealed frightenedly just as fuschia pink magic sparked from Jinx's pale hand in front of his green helmet- ready to break it, the one item keeping him from completely straggling in the entire world presently. Seemore had struggled urgently though it was of course fruitless against Mammoth's immovably strong fist easily holding down the scrawny, weary excuse of a boy of his age. He had been shakily prepared for it when, just in time, Elliot Knight had heroically staggered in, also exhausted yet had still successfully managed to frighten away the others. They had soon fled skittish- though scarcely. Immediately, Seemore had fearfully collapsed to his knees, smiling weakly as Kyd Wykkyd anxiously assisted him back to his feet again, hugging him protectively.

God. What was wrong with him?

Seymour fervently abhorred himself on these occasions. It was like he was just barely holding onto the others much too high expectations with only Elliot claiming him to be absolutely perfect and impossibly beautiful. Honestly, Kyd was the only one who actually understood him, even as depressing as that sounded. Unfortunately, the two boys were sleeping separately and Seemore vehemently yearned for Elliot's reliable arms cradling him lovingly, gently kissing his own lips and Kyd tenderly caressing Seymour's blushy face. Elliot always soothed him with his affectionate pleasantries, never failing to leave him troubled. He was entirely comfortable with Kyd, in every single aspect possible. Seemore whimpered dolefully and groped blindly until he successfully found Kyd's abandoned tank top from yesterday and clutched it urgently to his lean chest, breathing in Elliot's comforting lavender scent. The painful bruises from being pinned down roughly still throbbed slightly, a ruthless remainder of his vacuous infirmity and pathetic failure. He just vehemently wished Kyd was with him right now-

"Lo-love?,"came a sobbing voice from by his once locked door (best not to ask how he somehow entired).

Seymour jolted up alarmedly, frowning worriedly. Unfortunately, he was currently blind so he couldn't properly see Kyd's probably heartbreaking appearance. Instead, he scooted urgently to the other side of his comfy bed and softened dolorously as abruptly Elliot teleported next to him. Kyd curled up tightly into a small ball and pressed himself up against his smaller boyfriend, weeping wretchedly. Seymour of course knew the obvious issue and tenderly cradled Elliot closely, softly kissing Kyd's flushed cheek. Truthfully, Elliot was never actually like this any other time, utterly vulnerable and defenseless, in great requirement for Seemore to be the larger comforter instead. Kyd tightly clutched Seemore's pastel green pyjamas top, Seymour already realising Elliot was in his comfortable sleepwear shorts and entirely shirtless. Elliot sobbed anxiously into Seemore's noticeably smaller shoulder. Seymour stared worriedly at his now completely vulnerable boyfriend, petting behind his ears gently: Kyd never purred. A discouraging sign for sure. Seemore tenderly caressed Elliot, tightening his secure hold around him and pleasedly felt Kyd untense, gradually relaxing into Seymour. Seemore sighed worriedly, gently pulling out Elliot's pale hand and softly kissing Kyd's pale knuckles.

"Another bad nightmare, honey?,"he whispered anxiously, gently threading through Elliot's long, black locks.

"Y-ye-yes- they to-took y-you aw-away an-and I-I cou-couldn't sa-save y-ou an-and-,"Kyd weeped hysterically, burying himself further into Seymour.

"It's okay, Ellie. They aren't coming back,"Seemore assured vehemently, frowning concernedly.

"Yes, they-they aren't,"Kyd whispered assuringly, though obvious to himself instead,"I-I lo-love you."

"And I love you more,"Seymour replied soberly.

"I-I wish I was as good as you, See. You-you are so strong and pretty, and I-I wi-wish-,"Elliot stammered weakly.

"You are the strongest boy I know, love. Just calm down. I never really thanked you for helping me earlier on too. Thanks for saving me from being… ganged up on,"Seemore sIghed caringly, his breath hitching slightly- a fatuous telltale sign.

"Seymour? What's wrong?,"Kyd shot abruptly, through his voluminous tears as he straightened up alarmedly to meticulously study Seemore's changing facial expressions.

"Not-nothing,"Seymour snapped meekly, attempting to pull away- only for Elliot to gently grab his face to stay straight in front of his own.

"Tell me or I will explain seventy one reasons why Jack from the Titanic is amazing,"he threatened ominously, smiling triumphantly.

"Okay, okay, no need to go so low!,"Seemore choked fearfully, before inhaling a deep, steadying breath and softening shakily,"Yo-you remember tod-today? I nea-nearly kil-killed us all. And I-i keep sc-screwing up when I shou-shouldn't in ou-our miss-missions, I'm ju-just so cr-crap, I'm sorry, Ellie..."

"No! Don't you dare say that about yourself, love! You're perfect,"Kyd assured firmly, uncurling awkwardly before tightly squeezing Seymour in a comforting hug.

"Please honey, I'm not-,"he began self depreciatingly.

Elliot interrupted raucously,"Jack is superior because-"

"Okay!,"Seemore huffed defeatedly,"I'm perfect."

"Exactly!,"Kyd exclaimed proudly, vehemently relieved to be distracted from his parent-related nightmare with his streaming tears impeding gradually.

"Your so stupid, honey,"Seymour mumbled exapseratedly, blushing profusely as Elliot tenderly cupped his face in his pale hands and brought it upwards.

"Pfft. Says the perfect boy who says he isn't perfect,"Kyd teased playfully, leaning down slowly.

"Oh c'mon, Ellie, for the last time, I'm not really-,"Seemore started irritatedly.

Abruptly, Elliot gently pressed a pale finger to Seymour lip, grinning impishly. Seemore rolled his unseeing eyes amusedly seconds before Kyd swifty pulled him into a tender kiss. Seymour gently situated his smaller hands on Elliot's skinny waist, squeezing delicately, just as Kyd softly paced his own on the nape of Seemore's neck and his smaller boyfriend's blushing cheek. Seymour relievedly felt the very last tears fall from Elliot's amber eyes onto his own face, just simply satisfied that Kyd wasn't as traumatised as he had been initially. Eventually, they reluctantly parted, leaving both boys entirely comforted from their earlier troubles. Seemore subsequently wiped a single tear from Elliot's blushing cheek, smiling sweetly as Kyd gently took Seymour's hands and tenderly placed them on his own, narrow face. Elliot pleasedly felt Seemore tighten his soft hold and swiftly drag him down to his noticeably shorter height.

Only to then kiss again.