Work Text:
You felt absolutely sick to the stomach.
You swear you did everything in your power to get onto Drysdale’s good side; you did everything right — or so you thought. Convincing him that the connection between him and Washford was worth repairing, talking to said washer on his behalf… was it all for nothing?
The rest of the world passes you by in a blur. You don’t even register Reggie introducing himself before you’re back in your room, blubbering about the ruthless rejection you had experienced just moments prior to any Dateable with even a single crumb of pity to spare.
The Hanks friendzoning you? Washford, the other half of the stackables pair you had been trying to reunite, friendzoning you? Sure, you could handle all that, unexpected as those results may have been. But nothing, nothing could have prepared you for the absolute gut punch that is Drysdale’s scathing, sharp criticism, the way he blamed you for the rift between him and Washford that makes you think you caused The Pale Betrayal yourself (although that would be impossible, considering that happened long before you moved in, but alas).
Distantly, you could feel the various bedroom and bathroom objects trying to comfort you in their own ways, taking turns surrounding you and hovering around nearby. But no amount of sweet talking, cooing, wiping of tears or other physical contact could calm you down, you poor, inconsolable thing.
Wordlessly, you take the Dateviators off for the day and set them to charge, even though they still have some battery left in them. Even though you can’t see anyone else, you can feel the worried energy in the room surrounding you. You mouth a ‘thank you,’ feeling terrible that you can’t muster up the energy to thank them properly. You think that you should spend a few days without the Dateviators, lest you make a bumbling fool out of yourself once more and get yet another household object to hate your guts.
The dateables disperse, and you eventually drift off into a restless slumber, going through everything you said to the personified clothes dryer and wondering if there’s a way you could make it up to him.