While Wembley realized what Gobo had done, just before drifting off, he hadn't realized... How he'd reacted. He'd just kept singing, at first, until the first of the tears spilled over and rolled down his cheek. And he wasn't crying because he was scared. He was crying because, even with the end feeling so close, he was perfectly content.

He pressed a quick, feather-light kiss to Gobo's cheek, then nestled in with his head against Gobo's chest before he fell asleep, as well.

Honestly, he hadn't been expecting to wake up, but he did, to the sound of a rather familiar voice calling his and Gobo's names. How...?

"Scrooge?" he breathed out, softly. He crawled away from Gobo, and called out: "Scrooge!"