Wembley tried to carry the feeling of that kiss with him as he went out the door, and sat down in the grass of the hill. It helped, a lot... Especially with the little Fraggle being so at war with himself. He hated feeling angry, and feeling angry at Gobo was especially difficult. He closed his eyes, running a hand through the grass. Deep breath, in then out. Maybe it was okay that he was mad at Gobo, and maybe Gobo wasn't totally blameless here.