"I'm telling you, I don't need help."
"And I already told you, shut up." Wilford continues to support Dark through the corridors to the grey ego's bedroom. It's on the higher floors of the building, far enough away that when the grey idiot does take it upon himself to rest, he can do so without needing to worry about distractions being outside his door.
Dark is visibly nervous as they draw closer to his room, and attempts to get Wilford to leave him at the doorway, insisting he can get himself to his own bed. Unfortunately, the second Wilford lets go, Dark half-collapses against the door, the pink moustache man smirking at him. He knew that would happen, and he still let it happen. Sometimes it can fun to be an ass to Dark.
"Not one word." Dark says through gritted teeth, trying to pull himself up again.
Wilford just laughs and shakes his head, pulling Dark back to his feet and pushing the door wide open.
–*–
He feels it before he sees it and without thinking, Wilford moves Dark behind him, drawing his gun and pointing it at the visible lump under the covers of the bed as he moves forward
"Wilford stop!" Dark yells, trying to reach for weapon. The lump shifts, a messy crop of green hair appearing from beneath the cover, followed by confused, blue eyes that widen at the sight of the gun.
"…Dark?" comes a quiet, sleepy voice.
"Wilford, for God's sake put down the gun!" Dark roars.
The green haired stranger sits up and the covers fall, showing him to be wearing one of Dark's casual shirts. It takes a moment but Wilford puts two and two together and carefully lowers his gun. He doesn't put it away though as he moves to help Dark sit on the end of the bed. Dark refuses to meet Wilford's gaze and the stranger shifts until he's sat on the side of the bed, his legs hanging off the side as he nervously runs a hand through his messy hair.
"I should leave." Green-hair mutters as he moves to stand.
"Sit down, Marvin." Dark's voice is firm but not angered as it would be with most other people. Marvin sits down again.
Wilford frowns at Dark, tapping his gun expectantly against his thigh as he looks between the two of them. "I'm waiting." Marvin looks incredibly nervous, as you would be if you woke up to a gun pointed in your face. He keeps glancing over to Dark, who honestly just looks tired.
"Do we have to do this right now?" Dark asks. "I don't exactly have the energy for this."
Wilford considers it. Of all the egos not to let this go, the pink show host is at the top of the list, but Dark did just overdo things down in the clinic, and he really should get some rest.
"Fine." With a flourish, Wilford returns the gun to his void and points at the grey ego. "But if you don't give me an explanation by tomorrow morning, I get to tell everyone you're hiding an elf in your bed."
Dark doesn't nod or smile, but Wilford knows he agrees, in the way that only old friends can know. With a slight overdramatic bow to Marvin, Wilford bids them both goodbye and heads for the door.
"And Dark." he pauses in the open doorway, turning back with a smirk. "Don't do something that stupid again."
The door closes and Wilford's footsteps disappear down the corridor. The two of them say nothing, but when he's certain they're alone, Marvin shuffles closer. Dark turns, seeing the concern on the magician's face and reaches to take Marvin's hand in his own, giving it a squeeze to reassure him.
"If you say sorry," Dark says calmly, "I'm going to hit you."
Marvin bites his lip and snickers as he leans against Dark. He just about manages not to say it.