Gobo... had been mixed about a hangout day with Wembley. Not because their friendship was in trouble, quite the opposite in fact! It was some comments others had made on seeing them- "Aw you two are cute" here, and "He's like your shadow!" there, and "You two make quite a pair." They did make quite the pair, didn't they? But as he thought about what others had been saying, he realized he'd been unsure about something.

A pair of what.

So here he lay on his back, fingers laced together over his stomach as he stared up at the sky, and thought. Or he tried to anyway, except every couple of minutes Wembley would place another flower creation on him somewhere, and that was making this harder than it had to be.

"Wembleyyy..."