Everything was relatively quiet for a good while inside their little home. Then the door cracked open and Boober stepped out, carefully watching Gobo walk out. His knees were unsteady and he hardly seemed to have any shoulders or neck at all, but he was at least upright. A pause, a- heavy -pat to Boober's shoulder and a stage-whispered "I got thisss, I'll be right back" before he started onto the hill, being watched like a hawk all the while.

Even being green Wembley was easy to find, though he hung back a few paces. Something was wrong and in his haze he couldn't put his finger on what. He was going to fix it though.

"When I'm wuh- wemblin' west, I take the friend I like best..." Slurred words and a hiccup, but at least he was trying.