Bing is sat in the meeting room, slumped forward on the table. Nobody else is there but that's kind of the point. It's a less obvious place to hide than his own room. Of course that's presuming that anyone even wants to find him right now. King had been pretty mad.
The door to the room softly creaks open before slamming open with a BANG forcing Bing to look up to see a Jim in the doorway. "He's in here!" he yells pointing dramatically at the droid within. There's a sound of fast footsteps as the other Jim appears behind him. The twins begin to babble excitedly though it soon turns to silence as Dark appears between them. Without a word, they part to let him through, both staying on the threshold. The Dark Jim has made it 100% clear that the meeting room is a Jim Twin free zone at all times and that's not a rule they're going to break in his presence.
As Dark walks in, Bing honestly considers just ignoring him. The last thing he wants right now is a lecture from the lord of the dicks.
"I hear there was an argument."
Bing glares at the door that the Jims are still stood behind, silently seething at them. Those dang twins are such tattle-tales sometimes. He knew they were up to something when he saw them run off. "It's nothing." Though he slumps further as he says this. He knows he's lying, and he knows Dark's knows he's lying but he's kind of at a point where he doesn't give a dang what Dark thinks.
It's evident that Dark doesn't appreciate the lie but he doesn't challenge or comment on it. "Do I need to increase security?" Dark leaves the end of the question open, making it very obvious what he's actually asking.
Bing shuffles. He's had a big blow out argument with his best friend. One that concerned the Jims enough to tell arguably the most powerful ego in the building and of course all Dark cares about is that Bing isn't going to break the rules. "I'm not going anywhere." he assures him, still not looking up.
He assumes that's it, Bing's staying, Dark's duty is done. When he doesn't hear Dark leaving, Bing looks up to find the grey ego has in fact sat down opposite him.
"As I understand, as part of your consignment to the building, you've fallen out of favor with King of the Squirrels." When no protest or correction is raised he continues. "Do you and the King make plans often?"
Bing stares at Dark, not really sure what's going on right here, but at the question he doesn't hesitate. "He's my best friend."
"King said Bing should shut himself down!" a muffled voice calls from outside.
Angered, Bing turns and screams at the door. "SHUT THE HECK UP JIM OR I'LL COME OUT THERE AND MAKE YOU!"
"Does he know about you?"
Bing slumps again, not looking at Dark. Of course he doesn't. It's bad enough that Dark, Doc, and Google know. It's pretty hard to live in denial when everyone around you knows the truth. He doesn't say anything.
After the silence drags on for a short while, Dark turns to the door, calling for the Jims, telling them to fetch the King of the Squirrels and to bring him to the meeting room. They both hear the Jims running off. Bing sits up and looks at Dark in shock.
"Why are you bringing him here?"
"You need to tell him."
"No!" Bing leaps to his feet, immediately in panic. "I can't!"
"Calm down."
"What if he hates me?! What if he never wants to see me again?! What if-?!"
The whole room shakes, the ringing that follows Dark getting loud to the point that Bing has to cover his ears to try and block it out. When it stops, he looks up to see Dark is on his feet again and he is not happy.
"I understand your reluctance, but eventually everyone in these walls will know, either from you or someone else. So if you trust him, if you wish him to remain your friend, you are going to tell him."
"Tell me what?"
They turn. King is stood in the doorway, holding it open, the excitable Jims stood behind him and a squirrel on his shoulder. The Jims had said Dark wanted to see him but had managed to omit the part where Bing would be here, so there's a scowl on his face as he looks at between Dark and Bing.