#and its niche af so i dont fear many people reading it

[wonderinc-sonic]

Growing in the Greenhouse on Ao3

5.1k, Gen/Gen/ No Archive Warnings

E-123 Omega & Gemerl

Comfort, Healing, Anxiety, OCD

Continuation of Cyber Virus AU, follows a few months after Muscle Memory. This AU is a future in which all the mechanical characters had to get new bodies based on Ultimate Life Form research when Eggman sent them Trojan updates to reclaim their bodies. Omega has covered a lot of ground in his recovery since being reborn; he does his best to lend that learning to Gemerl.

Please Note: I am not usually a 'Don't Tag as Ship' kinda guy. But you may like to know: in this setting they are mobian hybrids, and although they are different species they share about 40% of their DNA. So, ah, it's not ship content.

Omega flicked his head as bees buzzed around his ears; he briskly marched through their merry field with a large rucksack and arms full of more bags. The insects on the rapeseed bumped him softly, raising the hairs on his arm - he'd finally retired his uniform of full-cover boiler suits for a trip to the growing regions, and his sleeveless shirt left his well-trained muscles on show; especially the newly shaved patch bearing a tattooed Ω on his bicep. And he needed those muscles to pull his cart of food and supplies; who needed a draft horse, when you were the greatest Ox to walk the land?

Burrow Borough was, unlike most previously populated areas, busier than it had been before the cybervirus: both the relatively low machine density before the attack, and the increased need for hands-on farming had led several small cottages to be built around the Rabbit's house and area, but had kept their distance from Vanilla's homestead. Omega smiled faintly at the sign on the door: Cream had made it as a child for her mother, but hadn't been old enough to know her as anything but 'mum', and Vanilla liked it so much it still read 'Cream's Mum's House' to this day, and had been varnished against weathering. He pulled the bell cord, and swished his tail with it as it swung, chiming through the house.

Cream answered the door, wiping her hands on a cloth as she bowed to him.

"Hello Mr Omega, it is so wonderful to see you so well!" She said loudly, and someone else in the house must have heard as they began moving about at his name. Cream was wearing her mother's gardening overalls, rolled once at the ankles, and a lacy shirt. She still looked little to Omega, who stood taller than most Mobians and some humans, but had been assured she would be much different than he last saw her:

"'You have grown.'" He quoted Rouge. Cream beamed, fluffing her ears; the one thing Omega was confident were bigger, because they seemed to never stop.

"Thank you! Will you come in?"

"Affirmative. I bring supplies."

Vanilla rolled into the kitchen and bowed her head. They had widened it as far as it would go for her chair, but she still had to hobble out on a stick to sit by the table for the mandatory tea. Omega didn't care for it, but he sat on best behaviour as Cream tidied around them. She was sending Omega with almost as much back as he'd given them, exchanging the grains, milk and wool he'd brought for fresh vegetables and oil for the northern settlements. Vanilla gratefully perused the Newspaper, holding it carefully away from the food and drink. Omega had been helping move supplies since the hospital was finished, and they always brought newspapers for every town, at least two. They reclaimed as many as they could to recycle and bleach to reprint, but there were a few who were hoarding their connection to the world. He could see how she poured over it as most people did, making notes on her own saved notebooks, and looking for any names she knew.

"It is good news for these weeks. Central City is all but evacuated. The human settlement in Holoska has been contacted - it was an avalanche, not an attack." He pointed, and she smiled sadly.

"How fortunate. Have you heard- I don't suppose it's important enough to print, but… anything at all from the Chaotix?"

Omega's nostrils flared, and he swallowed unsweetened tea.

"Their investigation is presumed still underway."

"Of course. Sorry to trouble you."

"We will send word if we know more."

Vanilla nodded, her eyes back on the paper, until she carefully pushed it away.

"How rude of me, apologies. How are you?"

Cream put milk into the teas with a smile as she finished loading the coolbox, and smiled over her own cup in satisfaction.

"Well. Tails has new researchers making strides in clockwork. Angel Island weathered the last siege, destroying several fleets. Rouge has returned to our home."

"Wonderful- and she's recovering?" Cream asked. Omega's eye twitched.

"She has returned home."

Vanilla nodded, but Cream remained sunshine-happy as she asked after all their friends. Omega recognised in her that twitching kiasu she tried to shake away. He had hoped to find Vanilla more independent than she was, onto crutches at least - it would have made his request a lot easier.

"And that's the grand plan? Clockwork plane, fly in the lightning storm to take advantage of the downed electrics, and we all target the leader of the fleet?" She breathed, then winced; "They storm the ship, I mean. You all."

"… It would be greatly beneficial to have more volunteers with their own means of flight." He said simply. Cream smiled, pained, but shook her head.

"I would like to help you ever-so-much, but I cannot leave Mother, and I cannot leave Gemerl." She put her hand on Vanilla's, who shook her head and spoke quietly to her.

"I am capable of caring for Gemerl."

"Then who would care for you?" Cream hissed back. Vanilla tutted her tongue quietly.

"It would not be long."

"Unless it was." Cream said softly, glancing at Omega. He had learned his Mobian social graces from Shadow, meaning he didn't have any: he stared right at them as they tried to have a quiet conversation, and nodded as he helpfully pulled the tail of the Elephant in the room.

"It will not be safe. We will be armed with fists against machine guns. The height of the fight will be enough to kill anyone who falls. Even Cream."

The table fell dead quiet as the Rabbits looked at their palms. Vanilla covered her face disguised as a cough.

"Exactly." Cream said plainly; "And there would be nobody to care for mother. Sorry, Omega, sir."

"Perhaps we can consider this over some time, Cream: I'm surely not the only reason you wouldn't take such an action," Vanilla whispered over her tea, her cheeks flushing and nose twitching.

"I did not presume you would volunteer. I am not offended."

Vanilla swallowed hard, placed her trembling cup down, and nodded. Cream was glaring at Omega, and he cocked his head to ask why.

"Thank you for your visit, Mr Omega, but we won't keep you from your duties." She said sharply. Omega thought for a moment.

"Your request for my departure is acknowledged, but rejected: I came also to speak with Gemerl."

Vanilla sniffed and stared hard at the window. Cream stood from her side to open the door for Omega to their garden.

"You'll find him in his greenhouse, but you'll not always find him in good spirits. Please knock when you'd like to come back through the house."

She stared daggers at him as he crossed their herb garden to the large greenhouse, stepping carefully on the stones to leave the clover intact.

In the greenhouse, Omega found a beautiful array of saplings, organised in clay pots with chips of wood scored with their names. It was a large space, and hot within, but not so large he could miss the rabbit hunched over the blueberry bush he was propagating, or the sleeping bag rolled up on the floor. As the door clattered, he reached for a gold headband, hurriedly, but stopped his hand as he glanced in the copper watering can and saw the Bull.

"… greetings, Gemerl."

Gemerl turned to face him. The new and short hairs around his eyes and muzzle were dark, creating black lines that were interrupted by the customary red lines around the outer rim that mirrored Omega. But the rest of his fur had lightened significantly to a deep golden, striped with coppers from his brow, down his ears, and over his arms. The headpiece in his hand was a delicate gold band with three points and a gem at the front - Omega recognised it to be the one piece of his old body he could keep, because it was a functionless decoration that could be removed. Someone had placed it on a ring of metal for him, but for whatever reason he didn't wear it, and moved it under a cloth as he saw Omega staring.

"Hello. You must be Omega." He said plainly, his eye on his shoulder. Omega frowned, Gemerl did not: he was months younger to this than Omega, so his face twitched oddly, nose wriggling against his control.

"Your memory serves you poorly. We have met in this form. You had not long awoken."

"I remember very little from that time. They had made an anaesthetics: I am told I have you to thank for that."

"Theory is likely: I caused problems." Omega chuckled slightly. Learning to laugh had been unnatural, but he liked to show off this progress, and especially in front of Gemerl. Shadow had reported the trouble they'd had with him, which was why they'd sent Omega in the first place:

"You might give him hope." Rouge had hummed, trimming the fur around his short horns so they could keep growing without the tangles.

"He will not look to me as a success in this journey." He had muttered, and she had biffed him with the comb. She was standing, now, with a jewel-encrusted cane, but her broken wing had been removed. They would be trialling the new prosthetic one, but it was unlikely their plan could wait for her proficiency, which pained the team but especially Omega: he half hoped there might be another crisis after Eggman, so that he could see her flying in action one day, back to her full majesty, but he kept that to himself.

Omega was quietly confident he was right: Gemerl didn't look comforted by or happy to see him. When silence extended between them, he turned back to his seedlings. He was measuring size, counting buds, and passing a magnifying glass over them to check their pristine leaves. When he'd finished one plant, he turned to the next, with the same obsessive and feverish fingers.

"You are growing food? Do you… like food?" Omega tried. Gemerl glanced at him.

"My family are wonderful cooks. Yes, I have found food can be joyful. I do not like a lot of it."

"I will have to try your food. I do not like mine."

"You are welcome to it."

"I am not. I have offended them."

Gemerl's ears arched and his face twitched involuntarily, but his fists shook. Omega raised his hands.

"It was accidental. I will apologise."

"You will."

Silence descended again, and Gemerl tried to take the graduated string he measured with but his fingers were still shaking. Omega's chest panged with the familiarity.

"Would you like assistance?"

"No. It is delicate. You are not."

"I have learned to be."

Gemerl made a strange noise in his throat; "You have changed, then." He muttered, then thought to himself, staring at a flower.

"Of course I have," Omega said softly, showing how gently he could laugh now. He watched over Gemerl's shoulder as he worked tentatively, and held his hand out for the string. Gemerl begrudgingly placed the string in his hand and wrote down the measurements.

Life was so quiet with the machines gone: they could hear goats and birds outside, and the soft clatter of the breeze. They didn't click, whirr or beep like they used to; they breathed the humid air in soft puffs, their feet made quiet steps, and their mouths clicked and swallowed from time to time. Omega had learned to find it normal - not pleasant, but normal, but could tell his presence was raising hairs on Gemerl, letting his mind race.

"What is the function of these metrics?" He began. Gemerl sighed in relief and moved them on to the next one.

"These seeds were entrusted to us by Silver, they were all that remained of his garden after The Restoration fell. When he stayed, he could not tend them - his powers were too explosive. I am watching them until he can take propagation and grow again."

"Good. What will we do when we have measured them?"

"Measure again."

Omega glared at him. He continued to add to his notes.

"Plants do not grow this fast. Constant vigilance will not aid their progress. This is unnecessary."

Gemerl flicked his head, flexing his neck.

"You are invited to leave."

"This is not 'healthy' Gemerl." Omega stopped, lowering the string from the leaf he measured. He tentatively took Gemerl's shoulder, pulling him back from the plants.

Gemerl looked blankly up at Omega. His red eyes kept twitching like there was something over Omega's shoulder, and he jerked his neck.

"This is a safe activity I can partake in without bringing harm to anyone."

"I understand."

"You do not."

"I do." Omega barked, ready to release Gemerl too hard from his grip, but he flinched and put his hands on Omega's to stop him from throwing him.

"Do not be rough in the greenhouse."

"Warning noted, gratitude extended. I am very familiar with the fear you are expressing."

He slowly released Gemerl's shoulder, letting him watch the hand move all the way back to behind his back. Gemerl shook his head.

"When I returned from the hospital, I found our home had been ransacked. Vanilla did not return for weeks later. Cream never told me who had been the perpetrator, but I knew when I saw the fear with which she looked at me." Gemerl stepped away from the plants as he spoke, standing at a distance from everything, and looking at his soft mobian paws; "I have these eye-creations. My eyes make things happen that are not, but I see how they would. I see myself hurting them as I did then."

"It is imagination. From the act of creating images. Did you have this process before?"

"If I chose to use it."

"Biological beings do this when they think."

"I do not want to think of hurting them!" He barked, thumping his foot; "It is good my weapon body is gone! We were monstrous!"

Omega bristled all over, and his tail threatened to swish into the stands of pots. He gripped it in his hand and wrung it out.

"Proposing that we walk - it is confined and warm in here."

Gemerl's eyes flicked to everything - he jumped at the breeze, the bees and the knocking of his own knees. Omega wondered if he looked as 'Animal' as Gemerl when he was learning to be a person: he had never seen a rabbit seem more rabbit.

"Agoraphobia is less common than Claustrophobia at present." He remarked coolly. Gemerl blinked at the birds cawing, ears bent.

"I query how that data would be collected now."

"Learning Machine has always been too clever." He snorted; "I heard from a doctor when they designed the hospital; Claustrophobia caused by being encased in buildings controlled by machines."

"Anecdotal to us. But believable. Why do you share this would-be-fact?"

"You are scared of the outside. I was cruel to suggest it."

"I am not scared. I am receiving imaginations of what might go wrong."

"And you receive them less in the greenhouse?"

"There is less to go wrong. No people. Just plants. The roof might collapse, but I have learned to ignore that."

Omega snorted again, and bumped him softly. This gesture of friendship spooked Gemerl as well, and he gripped himself in.

"You could not hurt me in a meaningful way."

"An unbidden imagination indicates otherwise."

"Then try: I have found myself stronger than we planned."

Gemerl's fists were close to his body as he eyed Omega suspiciously.

"How much?"

"Enough to kill Rouge, had it not been for Shadow. On accident. I was In Pain. You were deactivated, I presume you were not told."

Gemerl sucked air in through his nose and glared at Omega.

"You should not have come to my family's home. You must leave."

"Is that how strong you Imagine you are?"

"You will leave." He stated plainly, stopped on the path, knees slightly bent and paws in fists. Omega raised one brow.

"Back through the house-"

"No! Off the property! Through the river! Over the fence - nowhere near them!" He barked, and when Omega didn't move, he shoved him backwards, standing between Omega and the view of the distant cottage. Omega toppled in surprise as he was hit with pressure like being run over by a speeding car. He sat up, blinking in shock, then shoved him back.

All of Gemerl's fur fuzzed in fear, but he predicted the grapple and pushed his whole strength into Omega's arms in response. Omega grunted in shock as he almost matched him, before Omega's weight and months-better-balance overpowered him, and Gemerl slipped on his paws and went down.

Before his back could hit the dry dirt he skittered out, running back towards the house faster than Omega could process and was braced in front of the house again.

"Processing…" Omega muttered to himself; "Do you have reference for the power you just exerted?"

"Leave the house!"

Omega looked him up and down, then turned on his heel. Gemerl stalked behind him, fists formed as he walked towards the back of the homestead; two large draft horses chewed grass anxiously as he climbed the fence.

"You will not disturb Butter and Scotch!" Gemerl shouted behind him. Omega swished his tail and smirked.

"They will not be disturbed by me."

He patted one on the rump as he passed, then lifted it over his head with one hand on its chest. Whichever horse this was was disturbed, quite profoundly, and the other evaded his hand when he tried to finish his trick, so he cut his losses and placed it down, and they both ran to the other side of their paddock. Omega squatted slightly and leapt over twice his height to land back on the path ten paces from Gemerl, who had crouched entirely to the ground, his ears pinned back and out straight.

"Inferred: you were unaware of the strength you output. Safe demonstration was needed."

"Omega… is still monstrous."

"This unit is as monstrous as ever." He chuffed loudly, rolling his shoulders, but considered that might be the wrong thing to say; "All is under control now. I no longer feel monstrous like you."

"You assume incorrectly how I feel."

"Unlikely. I have felt the same as you."

"Were that true, you would understand that staying away from others is the best course of action."

"I understand that logic. I know it is faulty."

Gemerl looked at his paws and peeked at Omega over them.

"If I am as strong as you say, I should never set foot in the home."

"And so you sleep in a house of glass?"

Omega approached him slowly so he couldn't dart.

"If I am too far, I cannot protect them or see an attacker. If I am too near, I cannot protect them from myself."

"A constant state of fear will put you at risk of adrenalin spike. I have been taught that avoiding all risks will increase the fear. You must challenge yourself now, or rot in a glass house."

Omega had closed the gap between them, and tried not to loom too high over the rabbit. He breathed fast and hard, squinting at Omega suspiciously, but given time rose up to stand to his full height.

"No."

"No? Error in logic?"

"No, refusal. I will not increase risks."

"Gemerl sounds like me. I thought you were a learning machine - learn from me."

"I was a learning machine. I am unsure what I am now."

"You were built to evolve into what you needed to be once. You have the same capacity now."

Omega awkwardly clapped a hand on his shoulder, and left it there as Gemerl went through the familiar panic at contact.

"Your rabbits miss you."

"… You should leave. You may go through the house."

They walked the meadow again in silence. Gemerl still jumped at everything, but tried to cover it better this time. Omega kicked a pebble in frustration: he knew it had been helpless. He was not equipped to inspire or comfort anyone.

The pebble sped too fast, bounced from a rock with a sound like a bullet and cracked into a cherry tree opposite. It rippled and rustled, and Gemerl dove for something in the air before it could drop; he leapt, his ears flailing, to catch a nest of eggs as they dropped from the branches.

Gemerl's chest heaved as he cupped the bundle in his bare paws, and the world around rustled quietly again. Omega blinked, eyes resting on his ears. Large ears. Really, they were large ears. Smaller than Creams, but stronger for the DNA they'd taken from the Ultimate Life Form.

"Oh- thank you Gemerl!" Someone called from the house. Gemerl tensed all over as Cream hurried from the cottage, not waiting to put on her shoes but kicking off her slippers. She flew to them, and took the nest from Gemerl's hands before he could react; he puffed up in panic. Omega smiled ruefully at the memory, and kept his space from Gemerl while he calmed.

"How did you know to catch it? This is a magpie nest, they'll be so grateful!" She beamed, flapping up the tree to nestle it in a safe place and secure it. Gemerl stood beneath her, hands poised to catch.

"I had an Imagination. I could not ignore this one."

"That's lucky! You're very clever Gemerl!"

"Indeed he is. I did not know you had the potential to fly." Omega remarked sharply. Cream beamed, staying in the air with her toes grazing the grass as she nodded to Gemerl.

"I am certain he could! If you can take off from the ground, you can surely fly!"

Gemerl swallowed, nose twitching. As they naturally drifted towards the house, Gemerl's ears joined his nose, and he cricked his neck again.

"Do you eat dinner outside too, Gemerl?" He asked sharply. Cream winced.

"Gemerl prefers I leave his dinner at the greenhouse. It is so good you went out to walk today!"

Omega fixed him with a glance; "I did not know you had made an exception for me. Effort acknowledged."

"I considered your suggestion:" Gemerl offered quietly; "Monitoring the plants does not make them grow any more."

Cream smiled to Omega, dropping back on the step to finish putting her big boots on.

"Since you're walking, and mama is reading the paper - Would you like a tour, Omega? I have baked."

Gemerl walked a pace behind Omega and Cream. She did him proud; she was brave, she showed him where the scar on her hip was and how it was healing from her marrow donation to Gemerl, and how she wrangled and detangled the fighting goats. She asked important questions about the relative efforts to restore and save people, and all of Rouge's latest plans - more questions she wrote in a letter to give to him. Omega walked more slowly than usual, hands behind his back, and nodded thoughtfully, but he could tell he wasn't really listening as carefully as he should. It irked Gemerl greatly that he didn't value the sharp young woman she was becoming. He missed her company so much, but there was still greenhouse glass keeping her distant from him in his mind. Omega claimed to understand him, but how could he feel this real, tangible danger like coursing electricity through a live wire? He stood tall and calm, lumbered easily and naturally - Gemerl had never been so certain that something was very, very wrong with how he was made.

Until he tuned in to the birds as they squawked loudly when Cream through seed for them, and he watched how he twisted his wrists and maintained an even foot between them, leaning back and keeping his hands away as she naturally swayed in her stride. He did it with ease, but it was caution nonetheless as he helped Cream pull the odd weed from their squashes and used just two fingers to tease the plants. Plants, just plants - nothing too risky here. Gemerl bent down with them, and delicately and carefully dug the roots out of the earth.

Cream scampered back while they enjoyed their afternoon tea from her basket to make sure her mother didn't need anything. Omega sighed, letting tension from his shoulders.

"She is a good girl."

"She is." Gemerl nodded; "She will not leave her mother's side."

"I didn't ask?"

"I interpreted from your discussion of this plan. She will not go, although she would like to."

Omega nodded, munching the soft dough curiously, then licking sugar from his bared hand.

"Would you enlist?"

"... I have not practised combat in this form."

"You have the capacity to fly."

"A Rabbit family skill that takes years to learn. Vanilla will recover before I am as proficient as Cream."

"You have excellent instincts."

"I cannot tell them from the fears."

Omega nodded; "When you learn, if we have not tried, send us word."

"If I learn."

"When. You are the learning machine, as I am the killing machine."

"Who said this? An unfair assessment."

"... you."

"... Apologies offered."

"Not accepted. It was true. It may still be."

"From all that we know now, it is not."

Gemerl tentatively took a beignet, and tore it with his soft paws to small, unchokeable pieces.

"As a machine, this unit had one fear."

"An Eggman robot should have had none."

"It developed one." Omega growled, cracking his neck. Gemerl stared at him, and tried to imitate a Vanilla-esque Compassionate face.

"What fear?"

"The fear... of success. Success on its mission. Logical conclusion of E-123 Omega's mission was decommissioning. There should have been no issue with that. This unit feared that. Illogical."

If Omega slipped up with just one thing, Gemerl noticed, it was his own pronouns. The last time Omega and Gemerl had seen each other as machines, Omega had no trouble with this. He supposed that Omega, like Gemerl, was now adjusting to having a human brain filtering his thoughts, instead of a rigid translator. It didn't matter, but he thought it through as he chewed.

"That is logical. You developed identity spontaneously, and based on one condition. E-series robots are indeed demolished in instances of fault or losing purpose. You highlighted a danger based on fundamental principles, even if there was no physical threat posed."

Omega shook his head, but smiled slightly. Gemerl felt assured this was something he liked to hear, though he denied it.

"This unit supposed that if it outlasted Eggman, it would be in great distress without a purpose. It made plans to come to you."

"To destroy another Eggman Robot?"

"To seek counsel. To learn how to evolve."

Gemerl's ears flicked.

"I am a disappointment of a counsel. Counter proposal to hypothetical plan: Shadow is a more appropriate counsel."

"Incorrect, but defend point."

"According to memory - which is no longer infallible, N-B - Shadow is an artificially designed creature left with one residual instruction, that he eventually resisted. He searched, reassessed, and redefined his directive."

Omega scratched the hairs on his neck as he thought.

"You are a thinking machine. Similarity was not identified."

"I am now just a thinking rabbit. Compliment rejected."

"You have undermined my next statement, clever Rabbit."

"Make it regardless."

Omega laughed harshly. Gemerl's chest twinged with the temptation to try it with him, but when he'd practised laughter it was too weird on him, so he twitched his neck and shook it out.

"I aimed to provide you counsel. I have not achieved this. I would try again if you ever felt it could help." He grunted, slumping back on his arms like a real person, while Gemerl sectioned dessert into tiny pieces like a machine. He considered his words and the sugar on his fingers, but his ears pinged him that Cream would return soon.

"If I were to train in new combat skills, it could only be with you."

"You estimate Cream's prowess below mine?"

"To raise a fist against Cream cannot be countenanced!"

"It was a joke."

"... learn your audience."

Omega laughed again, and clapped the powder off his hand, placing the glove back on to shake Gemerl's."

"I'll bring you violence with your next delivery of rice. But wear some clothes."

"Training! Clothing is not necessary in polite company for male-identified mobians. They provide handles for the fighter."

"Rebuttal: fur and skin are odd textures to me. I will be wearing them, so you cannot have an advantage in combat over me."

Gemerl looked at his paw in surprise, and took in Omega's highly covered body.

"That is... the simplest thing I have liked; the soft fur. You don't? How odd."

"We are beasts now, we do not make complete sense."

"Upon reflection, we never did."

Omega left, running with his cart to catch up with the day he'd lost, before dinner. Cream had made stew, and Gemerl could smell it from the garden with his greenhouse door open.

When Omega had first arrived, he had been enveloped with visions of the glass around him shattered by a stone somehow, but now that fear had passed, and the stone had been kicked elsewhere. But the sanctity of the greenhouse had been compromised somehow; it no longer felt like his destined domain, and he would not grow in here so easily as the plants. He turned to the door, but looked back once to the headpiece of his old self Cream had made him; a crown, she described it, and so he couldn't bear to wear it, despite the work she'd put in to tailor it. He lifted it again - it wasn't heavy, but the imitation stone did weigh it forward. To sit on his head, he had to pull his ears through and commit to wearing it. But it was a special occasion.

Gemerl closed the greenhouse door behind him as Cream was serving dinner, and knocked on the back door. His nose kept twitching, itching his cheeks with his own whiskers, but he stood firm, heart pounding. He thought of Omega, twisting his cuffs, and tried that too as a fiddle for calming.

"Hello Gemerl, is everything okay?" Vanilla asked from the other side of the door as she hobbled on her stick.

"Ma- I got it! Sit down-"

"Your hands are full, dear-"

"It is open." Gemerl called, his voice cracking; "May I come in?"

He heard scuffling and a chair scraping, and Cream yanked the door open.

"Gemerl - this is your home! Please never ask again!" She beamed, plopping his slippers on the doorstep as she tugged him in.

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