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( 🌸 ) rough day

The lab was unusually quiet, save for the occasional beep of a forgotten experiment and the hum of machinery. Beaker sat alone on a stool, his face buried in his hands. It had been one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. Every experiment had failed spectacularly, leaving Beaker feeling overwhelmed and hopeless.

He didn't hear Dr. Bunsen Honeydew enter the room until a gentle hand rested on his shoulder. Beaker looked up, his eyes red and puffy from crying. Bunsen's usually cheerful face was filled with concern.

"Beaker, what's wrong?" Bunsen asked softly, crouching down to be at eye level with him.

Beaker tried to speak, but all that came out was a small, broken sound. Tears welled up in his eyes again, and he quickly wiped them away, embarrassed.

Bunsen didn't say anything more. Instead, he gently pulled Beaker into a warm embrace. Beaker hesitated for a moment before sinking into the hug, his body shaking with silent sobs. Bunsen held him tightly, one hand rubbing soothing circles on Beaker's back.

"It's okay, Beaker," Bunsen whispered. "I'm here."

For a long while, they stayed like that, the only sounds in the room being Beaker's quiet sniffles and the steady hum of the lab equipment. Bunsen's presence was a comforting anchor in the storm of Beaker's emotions.

After some time, Bunsen pulled back slightly, just enough to look at Beaker. He gave a gentle smile and wiped away a tear from Beaker's cheek with his thumb.

"You've had a rough day, haven't you?" he said softly. Beaker nodded, not trusting himself to speak yet.

Bunsen leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Beaker's cheek. "You do so much, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes. But remember, you're not alone. We'll get through this together."

Another kiss on the other cheek, followed by a reassuring squeeze, made Beaker feel a little lighter. The warmth of Bunsen's affection and the sincerity in his words began to melt away the weight of the day's failures.

"Thank you," Beaker managed to whisper, his voice shaky but grateful.

Bunsen smiled and held Beaker close again. "Always, Beaker. Always."

In the quiet of the lab, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds, Beaker found solace in Bunsen's embrace.