Jumba didn't leave. Pleakley was such a bad liar. He remained there and sat down beside him on the bed. His little friend remained silent as the stars.

Pleakley hoped he hadn't started this -now it was all too clear; all his hopes were gone. He pulled the blanket higher, almost to cover his eye. But Jumba realized the heartbreak he just had caused, and also that he didn't mean everything he said. He gently took the blanket off and stroke Pleakley's small shoulders. "My little one..."

"Hey, I think you made it pretty clear that I'm not yours!" Pleakley cried suddenly, not even thinking what he was saying. Oh boy, now Jumba would know if he didn't already. And he would probably think that he's strange. But Jumba made no signs of thinking so, instead he continued stroking, moving to his cheek. Pleakley really needed his touch, so it felt really nice and made him sigh quietly. Damn, he hated how Jumba was playing with his feelings! He really wanted to yell at him, but couldn't. His hand was stroking him so gently, it felt too good to be ruined by yelling... Then, without any warnings, Jumba pulled Pleakley very close to him and whispered: "I'm sorry."

At first Pleakley was confused about this sudden move, but quickly melt for those sincere words and Jumba's strong arms around him.

"...was just being tangled. I really said those words then simply because surf boy was interrupting something...great. I wasn't even noticing what I was saying, words just came out of my mouth. Somehow it turned to be like this, I'm not being sure when or why. It just happened. These feelings are pretty hard for me to understand, but can't help feeling them." Jumba explained. "Well, you should have worn the dress back then, if something. Earth women clothing not suiting for evil genius."

Pleakley felt all his worries vanish while listening those words which came with no doubt straight from Jumba's heart. He smiled, and his eye was shining with hope again. "Oh, Jumba... Thanks for explaining. And I was thinking the same way about the dress..."

Jumba lifted Pleakley's head with his finger and glared at his eye lovingly. "But at one thing Jumba was telling the truth: I was wanting to get things right."

Pleakley couldn't keep it in anymore, the look in Jumba's four eyes was too beautiful, and the plorgonarian wasn't able to decide which one to stare. His eye filled with salty tears as he kissed Jumba. The moment continued as the other one kissed back and tenderly stroked his little lover. New, curious and exiting feeling filled the air.

When their lips separated, Pleakley asked, curiously: "But I suppose we're not getting married right away?" Jumba couldn't help laughing. "No, heck no! We are being 'aunt' Pleakley and 'uncle' Jumba after all, don't we already be like a married couple for a long time?"

Pleakley nodded, they certainly were. All those things they had done together, every pointless little arguments and tender expressions of love could've make everybody around them believe that they were a long-time happy couple. Like lovers, all this time. But now for sure!

Pleakley leaned to lay on the bed again, not believing what had just happened. All his secret daydreams and fantasies were coming true! He eyed Jumba who finally switched the lights off and then groped his way next to him on the bed and placed a warm kiss on his forehead. Pleakley giggled, slowly opening the buttons of his lovers' shirt. "Maybe I could try a wedding dress on... just for you to see? And a matching yashmak, gotta have a yashmak."

"That is sounding like a good idea", Jumba whispered as his little lover cuddled closer to him. The evening turned to night and only quiet whispers like 'I love you, dear' and 'I love you too, my little one' could be heard in the silence.