Elliot Knight fervently abhorred Seymour Smith getting physically hurt. He vehemently loathed Seemore being emotionally pained. Kyd Wykkyd passionately despised Seymour with any other emotion other than glorious happiness. Seemore was very rarely angry, yet when he was, it was always because he was merely frustrated. Yet after so long of knowing Seymour, dating him in fact, Elliot had never ever seen him as furious as this.

"What the hell is wrong with you, honey? You remember what I said? Don't. Be. Stupid. And what did you do?"

Shamefully, Kyd stayed silent, head bowed despondently.

Seemore had tenderly assisted Elliot to the comfy sofa, both boys in their dishevelled costumes, and seated him caringly so that he could easily tend to Elliot's rather unpleasant wounds. Seymour had been outragedly yammering, practically oblivious to the rather noticeable fact Kyd never really answered to him, instead staring dolefully. Presently, Seemore was crouched down anxiously, tenderly caressing Elliot's battered skin as he gently wrapped a secure bandage around Kyd's fractured wrist. glancing worriedly at the many other horrible injuries Elliot had vacuously inflicted upon himself. Why did Kyd have to be so overprotective and so like that he had selflessly sacrificed his own safety to save Seymour? Yes. Seymour's own boyfriend had selflessly sacrificed himself as soon as one of Gizmo's much too efficient detonator bombs annihilated perilously close to himself. Seemore huffed vexedly, tendery shifting Kyd until Elliot's larger back was in front of him. He grimaced anguishedly at the deep cut along it and delicately lifted up Kyd's ripped, bloody top, determinedly grabbing the sterilising wipes. Very gently, he cleaned through it softly, softening irresistibly as Elliot softly moaned paniedly. Unable to help himself, Seymour leaned in swiftly and tenderly kissed the nape of Elliot's neck reassuringly, eliciting a small, nervous whimper. Seemore dampened dolefully, seemingly ready to finally forgive when he rapidly recalled- Kyd could've nearly died. Seymour may not have died then but he definitely would afterwards.

"I have never been more angry, honey. Just imagine if you had got seriously hurt! How-how do you think I would've felt! You realise the only reason your leg isn't crippled right now is because you healed it to a stupid fracture? And the blood! Let's not forget that! I look like a murder with your blood all over me from when I helped you up!,"Seemore snarled passionately, quivering anxiously.

"I-I. I- offered to teleport,"Elliot whispered weakly, dolorously feeling morose tears welling up in his amber eyes.

"Love, you would've fainted. Your magic is limited, isn't it?,"Seymour snapped harshly.

"I-I-,"Kyd began meekly.

Seemore turned around furiously, gazing harshly at Elliot and interrupted anguishedly,"You what? You didn't want me to be hurt? Well guess what? I am hurting! Just seeing you like this is horrible! I wish-"

However, Seymour never actually finished his accusing sentence. Instead, he momentarily felt Kyd's uninjured hand on the nape of his neck before he was wrenched to Elliot immediately and caught off guard into an unwavering, comforting kiss, Kyd seemingly vehemently desperate. Voluminous tears spilled down immensely from his closed amber eyes, endlessly streaming onto Seemore's furiously blushing face. Everytime Seymour reluctantly tried to pull away, Elliot whimpered anxiously and Seemore almost immediately found himself nearing again desperately, pressing his own lips back reassuringly. Seymour, still wide eyed, allowed his own smaller hands to caress along Kyd's broader shoulders, accidentally going to Elliot's muscled arm- only to shiver as Kyd's hot blood soaked his fingers unpleasantly. Kyd merely flinched painedly before pleadingly continuing urgently, practically desperate for this. Finally, he parted them, though only when both dearly required to breathe again. Seemore was panting himself, too dazed to do anything but remain still as Elliot gently rested his chin on Seymour's thinner shoulders, his hot breath spilling tenderly on Seemore's neck as he closed his amber eyes nervously. Seemore released a hitched breath, attempting to summon back his fervent wrath he had had before- only to soften immensely at just how vulnerable Kyd looked.

Elliot's shoulders were slumped weakly; he looked entirely exhausted; he had blanched considerably with his whole costume ripped, bloody and dirty; also emotionally anguished. Seymour sighed guiltily and eventually, yet also reluctantly pulled away, tenderly lifting up Kyd's bedraggled top. Elliot smiled waterily, painfully shattering Seemore's softened heart. Seymour tenderly lowered Kyd's face down to his by gently caressing his blushing cheek with his bloody hand, smiling reassuringly. Elliot obviously didn't care that his own blood was on his own face, especially in the present situation.

"Elliot. You have any idea how much I love you? I just can't lose you. You mean too much to me for that to ever happen. I guess I was more angry with myself. For letting you do this. Ellie, you've got horrible, bleeding cuts everywhere and a fractured wrist and leg. And honestly, honey, you matter so much and I forgot to say… you're my hero,"Seemore gushed lovingly, softly kissing Kyd's forehead.

Elliot beamed appreciatively and sighed admiringly,"Says my hero. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Hmm. Just.. just tell me if you need me to stop, okay? You have glass in this cut,"Seymour whimpered anxiously, inhaling steadyingly.

"Honey,"he murmured softly, tenderly caressing along Seemore's blushing cheek,"I did this. Do whatever you need. Even if it hurts. I trust you, love."

Seymour flinched anguishedly, grimacing especially as he saw his own bloody hand print on Kyd's blanched face and sighed shakily,"Ye-yeah, I kn-know. Just. I've already hurt you just now, and i-"

Seemore's voice broke, swiftly followed by a telltale sniff. Before Elliot could react, Seymour burst into doleful tears, shamefully covering his now flushed face. Immediately, Kyd scooted closer awkwardly and scarcely managed to tug Seemore into an awkward hug, anxiously kissing his smaller boyfriend's heated cheek reassuringly. Kyd soothingly rubbed Seymour shaking, smaller back, worriedly feeling Seemore burying his own face into Elliot's bruised shoulder, shuffling closer so he was soon nestling into Elliot, sobbing fearfully. Kyd bit his pale lip anxiously and soon felt empathised tears streaming from his own amber eyes- Seymour barely ever cried. And seeing it…. was the worst. Seemore only deserved happiness, and happiness alone.

Firmly, Elliot wrapped both lanky arms around Seymour's weeping frame, determinedly ignoring his burning agony in his fractured wrist, severe bruises and bleeding wounds. Seemore sobbed his heart out into Kyd, comfortingly musing of the secure safety he always felt.

Imagine losing that.

Forever.

Seymour wept harder and Elliot tenderly cradled him closer, gently pulling off Seemore's useful helmet. Seymour didn't react, even as Kyd's soft hand slipped through Seymour's thick, lustrous coils of dark hair reassuringly, humming delicately. Seemore sighed relaxedly, though still tearfully.

"I'm- I'm sorry, honey, I act-actually was the wo-worst meanie ev-ever before-,"Seymour stammered meekly.

"No. Please, love. I was dumb. Look at me. It wasn't your fault. And right now… I'll just glad we're together,"Elliot assured passionately.

Seemore blushed pleasedly. Yeah. Kyd Wykkyd was right.

Seymour Smith was just glad he and Elliot Knight were together.