Wilford is waiting for Amy inside the elevator, leaning against the doors so that they won't close without her. (Somewhere in the building there is a very angry Dark who has been requesting the elevator for the last twenty minutes). Amy steps into the elevator, and Will silently presses the next button on the panel. Amy leans her head forward to try and look him in the eyes. "So, why don't you and the Host get along, Wilfy?"
Warfstache gently kicks the wall of the elevator and avoids her gaze. "It's a long story."
Amy reaches up and presses the button that pauses the elevator where it is. "I've got time." (Dark starts screaming and punching the elevator button.)
The pink Ego sighs dramatically and sits cross-legged on the floor, patting the space beside him for Amy to sit. She obliges, leaning her back against the wall and then looking at him expectantly. Wilford's mouth twitches and with it that ridiculous, pink mustache. "The Host wasn't always how he is now. When he was still the Author, we were good friends, but now..." Wilford pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "He won't even talk to me anymore."
(Dark charges back into his office and retrieves his gun.)
Amy nods and looks down at her hands folded in her lap. "Well, I'm sure that the Host has been through a lot, Wilford. That kind of change, it makes it hard for a person to pick up old relationships as though nothing has happened. Have you ever tried getting to know him as the Host instead of the Author?"
Wilford pulls a knife out of who knows where and starts picking his teeth with it. "I don't know how," he mutters nearly cutting into his lip as he does.
"How about talking to him about his books? I'm sure he'd love that." Amy has read them herself. Even after he became the Host, the blind Ego was a masterful writer.
Warfstache mumbles something under his breath.
"Come again?" Amy asks.
"I can't read!" Wilford screams, throwing the knife across the elevator. Somehow it sticks in the metal wall, and Amy jumps. "Dark says I've got dyslexia," he mutters, his cheeks turning pink with embarrassment partially for scaring Amy and even more for having to admit that something that comes so easily to others is so difficult for him.
Amy's stomach twists itself up. "I'm sorry, Wilfy." She didn't know what else to say.
(Quite a few shots are fired, and Google gets an alert that there is a technical malfunction.)
Wilford gets up and retrieves his knife from where it was stuck in the wall and shrugs his shoulders. "I've learned to live with it, and I'm good at memorizing things when people read them out loud to me. Bim usually helps me with my scripts for 'Warfstache Tonight.'" He mashes another button on the panel. "Let's go check out the studio."
Amy jumps up and hits the pause button again. (Google and Dark are currently shouting at each other. "You could've just taken the stairs, you dichromatic imbecile!" "If I request an elevator, I should be obeyed!") "Wait, Wilford. I've got an idea! What if you ask the Host to read to you from his books sometime?"
Wilford's face lights up like a kid's on Christmas morning. "You think he would do that?"
"Only if you ask nicely and bring him a warm drink," she teases and pokes the pink Ego on the tummy. "I'm sure he'd be thrilled."
Warfstache puffs out his chest and adjusts his pink suspenders. "You're quite the genius Miss Peebles! Well, now that we've got that problem solved, how about you let me give you a tour of my studio?"
Amy beams and nods her head. "Alright, let's go!"
(Google begins to replace the panel as Dark, nursing the bruise the droid left on his jaw, grumbles and heads for the stairs.)