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It's been a couple of days since Dark and Bim came home and they haven't heard a peep out of Wilford. Even in the meeting room, he kept his mouth pressed shut, his hands clamped together as he stared at everyone who spoke, a sort of envious look in his eyes. Dark gave him a small grin. "Wilford, would you like to contribute anything?" He asked, hoping he would have something to say.
Wilford looked up at him, his mouth opening as if to speak once more, but like before he quickly pressed it shut, looking away from Dark.
Dark frowned, watching as Wilford squint his eyes shut. "Would... you like to be excused?" He watched as Wilford gave him a nod, slowly standing up, and walking out of the room, keeping his gaze on the ground.
Another thing was strange is that Jameson didn't go home after they got back. He stayed, and had been hanging out with Wilford a lot. Dark tried to question it and he only sighed, signing that he couldn't explain and that he wishes he could, which left Dark well... in the dark.
But it only seemed to get worse. He and Bim were hanging out, talking to Eddy who had been away for a couple of days taking care of his kids. Bim was trying to tell a story of what Wilford did when he was gone, but he was laughing too hard. But as soon as Wilford walked in, Bim turned to him with a grin. "Wil buddy! I w-was trying to tell Ed what occurred when you tried to get the horse to move but I think you should tell it. You tell it better."
Wilford froze staring at the smiling egos, but their smiles wavered as tears streamed down.
"Wil... you okay partner?" Ed asked, his worry growing with the others.
Wilford's lower lip quivered as he ran out of the room, trying to wipe the tears away.
Dark stood up about to chase after him, but Jamie came out of nowhere and stopped him. "Jamie? What-?"
"I got him, just give him time." Jamie signed as he ran after Wilford, leaving Dark confused and hurt.
Now Dark was sitting in the living room. His head resting on his hands as his elbows rested on his knees, trying to think. Nothing made sense, Wilford was fine when he left, talking away without a care in the world. Now they can't even get a peep out of him. He missed his voice, his stories, his jokes, everything. He missed his chatterbox of a boyfriend. He sighed about to stand when Bim ran in, turning to Dark.
"Boss, I need to talk to you." He said as he sat down next to him.
"What about Bim?" Dark sighed, looking up.
"I overheard Dr. Iplier, Google, and Bing talking."
Earlier.
Bim was walking down the hall passed Dr. Iplier's office when.
