Finding the other trees is a little harder and after a few days of going in circles, King is feeling very run down. There's a lot of city space to traipse through and it just wears at him having to get through it to find the potential green spaces. See most of this city was once his forest and humans killed it for the sake of 'progress' and he's always hated that.
Just as he's about to make another run of the block, trying to see if he can pick up the trail again, he's broken out of his reverie by a hand on his shoulder, almost jumping out his skin.
King breathes a sigh of relief when he sees it's just Wilford. The pink murderous man has never been that far away, so that as soon as they find another tree, he can instantly get it back home. He'll disappear for a while sometimes but he's almost always just in the corner of King's vision. This time, like most times he's got this big grin on his face, and wiggles his moustache as he insists there's something King really ought to see.
Travelling through Wilford's void always makes King feel sick, and once the trip's over, King is bent double for a moment, Will rubbing gentle circles on the poor dryad's back, softly chuckling while he apologises. He often forgets that not everyone can handle his void like he can. Once King is feeling better he stands up, realising that he's in the garden back home and, as he hears gentle talking a short way off, he turns.
There are his trees, safe and sound, just like Dark promised. Wilford didn't even manage to damage a single leaf when he'd brought them here. Somehow they look that much taller next to the building, the leaves green and vibrant and practically dancing in the soft wind that's blowing between them.
You see, the weather is often beautiful around this area, plenty of sunshine but with Dark's strict control over what comes near, there's never really been any plants or trees, or really much of anything in the garden. But today, with the trees providing suitable shade, it looks like the egos have decided it would be the perfect time for a picnic.
There's a large blanket for all of them to sit on, though most of them are lounged on it, Ed laid out, his hat on his face. If King were closer, he's certain he would hear the man snoring. Bim has taken his jacket off and is happily talking with Red and Oliver, enthusiastically gesturing, occasionally stopping to wipe the sweat from his brow. Oliver and Red are both smiling as they listen to him.
Green is sat a little way away, splayed out, probably grumbling about how it's too hot. It's well known that he struggles the most out of the droids with high temperatures. The Host is laughing at him, his trenchcoat also abandoned, and he turns to speak over his shoulder at the green droid. The Jims are without their equipment, instead running around, probably playing one of those games that only the two of them ever understands, almost falling to the ground as they run into Dark who's just walking up from indoors. Dark growls at them and the Jims scramble away laughing and getting back to their game.
Silver sits with his back pressed up against Bim's, his bright red hair looking way more vibrant in the small beads of sun that scatter through the leaves above. He's eating what's probably his third sausage roll while laughing at Bing and Google. The blue droid is wearing Bing's sunglasses, while Bing is leaning over Google's shoulders, wearing Google's glasses and laughing a lot. Google looks frustrated but honestly not all that mad, reaching up to try and grab them back, only for Bing to pull out of his reach each time. Eventually though, the droid just reaches until he's able to grab the back of Bing's shirt and pulls, flipping Bing over his shoulder so the cyborg lands in his lap, his foot almost kicking Silver's food out his hands. The three of them burst into laughter as Google claims his glasses back.
Amongst all of them there are various picnic snacks, a vast array of sandwiches, chips and dips, sausage rolls, someone made popcorn, and….is that spaghetti? And it looks like Jim is eating a taco… Okay. There's a variety of foods, some of which you might not normally see at a picnic but everybody is laughing, and smiling, and sharing, and having an amazing time, all in the shade of King's trees.
"KING!" Bing spots him and, abandoning his annoyance of Google, runs straight for King and Wilford, the latter having to step away as the cyborg almost tackles King to the ground in the tightest hug possible. King laughs as he reaches up to return it. It's not even been two weeks but it's the longest amount of time the two of them have spent apart and damn is it hard. Wilford coughs to remind them he's there, and Bing pulls back, taking King's arm and tries to pull him towards the gaggle of egos. He insists that they both come join with the picnic.
King hesitates. He loves this, that his trees are providing joy for his family and that they're seeing love and respect that he'd never thought he'd witness again, but there's still more out there and he's supposed to be bringing them home. Wilford's hand on his shoulder brings King out of his thoughts.
The pink man smiles and promises that the rest of King's trees will still be out there tomorrow. That this is a shining moment that'll be gone if they blink slowly enough. So King shouldn't worry himself and just enjoy this short sweet moment before the world puts the balance back out of whack. Besides, they all deserve an afternoon off from their individual dramas.
King smiles and doesn't need telling twice, following Bing over to the picnic blanket where he consumes almost his entire weight in peanut butter sandwiches (Bing insisted they be made, just in case King turned up), and he spends a beautiful afternoon with his family, sat beneath the shade of his trees.