Gobo needed to get sleep. Should he tell him to...? He should. Right? Could he handle all of this alone?

Maybe he couldn't. But he had to try.

Not that Gobo would let him, but if he could be clever enough... Ah, maybe that would do the trick. "Gobo..." Wembley sat up, just enough to lean against him. He wrapped his arms around Gobo's shoulders, and cuddled him close.

♫ Cold moon,
Lonely as can be
Sailing where the starlight fades to blue... ♪