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Wallter’s birthday was never something important to him ever since he didn’t have anyone that would be willing to celebrate it with him, after all is there anyone that remembers about it? Probably not, or at least that’s what Wallter thought.

Mark did infact remember, he remembered very clearly how his birthday was on the 17th of february, he also remembers when their anniversary was supposed to be, not like that matters now of course..

Mark started feeling guilty only a few weeks ago at the realising he never got flowers to his ex husband when they were married, so he thought to maybe do that now instead, of course that wouldn’t fix shit but he could show to him that he still loves him, so he did what he exactly planned to.

He bought a bouquet of flowers and waited for the elevator to reach the floor he was in, once it did, he stepped on it like always and thankfully, Wallter still wasnt there, Mark kept the bouquet behind his back, patiently waiting for his ex husband to arrive.

Eventually, the floor reached the Flatgrass level, Mark would have never thought he’d be happy to see it.

He eyed Wallter as he entered the elevator and the cement man did the same.

”Mark.”

”Wallter.”

That’s all they said for a while, until Mark turned around and walked towards Wallter.

”Hiya brick boy, I erm, got these for ya..Happy b’day, sorry if i never got you these…” he said as he revealed the bouquet with all of his favourite flowers in his hands as he looked down.

Wallter had a shocked expression on his face, was it positive? Was it negative? Neither Wallter knew, but he accepted the flowers nonetheless and spoke.

”…Thank you Mark, I appreciate it.” he spoke before looking down at the flowers, a faint but noticeable smile formed in his face as he noticed that it was all his favourite flowers, he told Mark like once which one they were (and while they were married he never got him any…) but at least now he did, he’s happy he realised that.

”Uh, hope ya spend a nice b’day, Wallt. I mean Wallter, my bad.” Wallt. He didn’t hear that nickname in a long time, Mark used to call him that all the time when they were married, maybe that would have slipped up, if Mark said that yesterday or any other day, he would have crossed his arms and looked away in annoyance, but this time instead, his smile somehow grew a little as he looked at Mark and then back at the flowers.

Silence once again fell upon the former couple, eventually the backrooms level came up, and with that, Wallter left and eventually got back at his house.

Once he got there, he did some thinking, maybe he did miss Mark, not only romantically but his presence too, he missed also things such as his laugh and his embraces, he was just denying it to himself, so he decided that maybe he would try and do something about it, even if slowly.

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He tried to play the piano to distract himself, maybe doing something he liked would make him think of something else, but the attempt to do so failed miserably.

He eventually stopped playing the piano and looked down at his side towards the bouquet. Why did Mark suddenly give him that? He tried thinking of reasons but just couldn’t.

What if he still loved him tho? Maybe there was still a chance, after all Wallter filed the divorce.

Didn’t Mark say he didn’t really love him anymore? That didn’t make sense, why would he give him the bouquet then? The pieces did not connect together.

He got up from his spot and brought the bouquet with him. He laid it by his nightstand and sat on his bed, for the whole day he thought, his mind raced, thinking of an answer.

Did Mark still love him? Did he still love Mark?

He thought, and thought, eventually after the entire day went by he came to a conclusion.

He did miss Mark, he regretted divorcing him over a stupid reason such as building materials.

Eventually he decided he’d talk to him once he gets the chance and see him on the elevator.

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Wallter entered the elevator, hopeful of finding the mannequin, unfortunately he had no luck tho. Instead he found the duo of Split and Bive, they were holding hands and talking together but interrupted themselves once they saw Wallter, they waved at him and he waved back.

After a while, Split finally spoke up.

”You look concerned Wallter, is everything alright?” she asked, the cemented man sighed and crossed his arms.

”Oh it’s nothing really, I just needed to talk to Mark that’s all, thank you for the concern tho.” he replied with a with a weak smile, Split smiled back at him.

”I’m sure you’ll see him don’t worry!” she reassured her, eventually the elevator dinged and Bive got out, so did Split right after that floor, now it was just Wallter and his thoughts alone, not even the players were there, he was completely alone.

Oh, that is until.. 5ish floors after Split got off.

In front of him was the infamous office he memorised by now, and then he walked in.

Mannequin Mark himself.

For the first time in months, he felt relief once he saw him walk in, he waved at him with a smile, Mark was shocked at his reaction but waved back regardless.

Silence fell upon the two, nobody dared to say a word, eventually the much taller man finally spoke.

“Mark, may I ask the reasoning on the sudden birthday gift? Did anything cross your mind while getting me that?” Wallter asked, the wooden man stayed silent for a while but after a while he sighed and eventually spoke.

”L-look Wallter, what i’m gon’ say will be pure truth believe m’ or not…” he started and looked up at him, he was about to gently grab his hands but forgot that Wallter probably wouldn’t like that, yet the brick man noticed that and closed the distance between their… hands? (Can they even be considered hands…???)

But anyways, Mark smiled and looked up at him before sighing one last time.

”Look, ‘m sorry for everythin’ I made, I never thought those arguments ‘bout building materials were ever serious! I-if that’s the problem I don’ mind doing stuff with cement! Yer a gorgeous man Wallter, I never wanted to lose ya for—“ To his surprise, he got interrupted, Wallter kneeled down to his height and wrapped his arms around him and passed his hand behind the shorter one’s wooden head.

”You know, thinking back at it, you’re right, it was indeed quite stupid to fight over this that, you’re a sweet man Mark, I too do apologise for doing such a drastic decision for such thing, I’m sorry Mark.” Wallter finally spoke, that was Mark’s breaking point, the mannequin started crying (somehow) and the taller man sat down and fully embraced him, reassuring him with kind and gentle words he always used towards the mannequin before the divorce.

The two stayed like that for a while, until Mark lifted his head as a dumb smile appeared on his face.

”I love ya Wallter, I really do, I’d do anything for ya and i wouldn’t trade y for anything in the world.”

”I love you too Mark, I’m sorry for ever hurting you, I’ll do anything to prevent that from happening ever again.” 

After those words got exchanged, the two slowly closed the space between their lips and shared a long, soft and gentle kiss.