Badboyhalo sighed and thought to himself for a moment, sitting with Skeppy in his house as his eyes glowed softly. He didn't seem that bad at the moment, but that would soon change. He stood up and wandered out of the room, sighing out shakily as he ran a hand through his fluffy hair, coughing as he covered his mouth, feeling warm blood hit his hand as he choked slightly.

Skeppy was, as per usual, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, more specifically his Twitter feed. Was he bored? Yes. Was he thinking of random bullshit to post like the crackhead he is? Also yes. Was he actually going to do it? Weirdly enough, no, having eyed Badboyhalo as he got up and left without explanation. "Baaaaaad, what're you doiiiinggg?" The currently-crowned diamond inquired, not bothering to get up from his spot on the couch where he had made himself comfortable.

Bad winced as he stumbled and put his hand against the wall, choking on his own blood as he continued on. He felt his skin burning as his flames flickered, shaking and coughing. He walked into the big room that sometimes held them when they were talking together, collapsing to the ground and coughing as he kept his mouth covered. His body was rapidly losing all feeling save one, the feeling of burning as his lava-colored blood dripped from a couple of holes in his body. His body was slowly losing cohesion as he knelt on the ground, sitting back on his haunches as he took a soft breath, letting out a choked scream of pain.

Skeppy raised a brow at the lack of response he was provided with, though he simply shrugged it off. He had been ignored plenty of times before, it was nothing new to him; besides, Bad could be doing something important, he told himself, going back to scrolling through his phone. He soon paused. Wait, wait, wait, ignored? Skeppy hated the idea he was being ignored, so, as he hoisted himself up and set his phone down, he started on a path to follow in the direction he had assumed Bad went. "Baaaaaad, don't you dare ignore me! There are consequences!!" Skeppy hollered playfully, otherwise cluelessly walking around their grand abode that the two called home. Sure, he could curse luxury homes for being so large and decorative, but he was the one who insisted on such a luxury, so he swiftly searched around the large plot instead.

Bad couldn't hear Skeppy anymore, all he could sense was pain, pain, PAIN, it was all so painful. His body was just filled with pain and fire as his skin and muscle slowly melted and burned. He couldn't move, why, why, why, where was Skeppy, why wasn't he here, Skeppy, Skeppy, Skeppy, SKEPPY. He tried to say his name, but it just hurt more, and he took a soft breath before screaming out again in pain. It was a loud and attention-catching sound, the sound of a creature in more pain than it's ever been in in it's life. The pitiful sound of a creature calling out with it's last breath to whatever god made it, the sound of something that clearly knew it was going to be gone soon. His body soon fell on it's side, coughing every so often and leaking blood.

Skeppy trotted around the mansion-esk home, popping his head into every room he came across. "Bad?" He asked as he popped his head into yet another and quickly looked around. "Nope, next room." He muttered to himself as he closed the door and went back to prowling and popping his head into every room he saw. Who would need this many rooms anyways? Apparently he did at some point, but he didn't know half of them even existed, to begin with. Who would have thought he had a room filled to the brim with random books and another one with an entire pool/game room inside of it? Skeppy definitely did not. He continued on his expedition to find the missing person he was looking for, his entire body freezing up when he heard a scream that was just about as horrible as nails on a chalkboard. Skeppy instantly was filled with fear and worry at the same time. What if that was Bad? He didn't think about it any further, making a mad dash in the direction he heard the scream. If it wasn't Bad, it was somebody else in trouble at the very least, and somebody who sounded like they needed help. Now. He swiftly bursted into a room he was certain he heard the scream come from and, much like before, froze. "B-Ba-ad...?" He shakily whispered, that being the only thing he could physically muster enough strength to say.

The figure on the floor merely twitched at the sound of Skeppy's voice, coughing up a bit of blood. He was faced away from the door, and his eyes were losing their glow rapidly as he let out a shaky breath. "S...skep..." He couldn't manage much more than that without feeling like he was burning up all over again, it hurt so badly to speak or move. He struggled to hold onto consciousness, hoping Skeppy would figure something out as he felt his figurative grip slip slightly. God, this hurt so badly, he hated melting. This only happened one other time, and god it had sucked so badly. Almost as badly as this, but now it just seemed worse.

Skeppy stared at Bad with an overwhelming amount of panic in his eyes, shakily taking a few steps over so that he could properly see the melted and bloody mess Bad had become. He harshly gulped down a bit of vile that decided to burn at his throat, his adrenaline forcing his queasy stomach to ignore how sensitive it was, namely to anything gore-y. Skeppy would have to whine, complain, and puke out his sensitivities out later, because right now Bad needed help. Okay, okay, he was melting, so how does he stop that? Wax, yes, but wax needs to cool and solidify, and given the rate of how fast Bad was melting, it didn't seem very logical to just throw more wax atop him and let that melt too. Maybe put out the flame first? Oh, but if he did that, Bad would be in even more pain than he already was. Think, think; there's got to be a happy in-between. How about simply cooling the flame down instead? It would slow down the burn of the wax and he could throw more on top afterwards. What could he cool Bad down with though? It'd have to be something typically cold, but it couldn't be made of water. Wait. Diamonds were cold. He was made of diamonds. And he was almost always freezing to the touch. Skeppy had settled his mental debate in no more than forty seconds tops, swiftly sliding out of his hoodie and moving over, pressing as much of himself against the mess Bad had become in the attempt to cool him down; possibly even solidify some of his wax too if he was lucky. Did this make much sense in retrospect for other people? Probably not, but it was the only other option he had aside from meeting Bad into a swimming pool, risking him drowning, AND putting out his flame entirely. This option seemed much safer, in his opinion.

Bad flinched and coughed at the feeling of Skeppy pressing up against him, tears filling his eyes again before his wax slowly, painfully slowly began to solidify again. "S...ske...ppy..." He managed before coughing again, the flames licking at Skeppy's skin. He'd lost control of them, and they'd melted him as a result. The feeling of Skeppy being there, the temperature difference, it made this easier from grounding him. It took him a moment, but the flames receded slightly as Bad took a shuddering breath, sniffling and choking slightly before whining softly. "S-skeppy..."

Skeppy gently nuzzled at the melty wax mess Bad had become, staying as close to him as possible in the attempt to help him cool down. He seemed to perk up upon hearing his name weakly said, his hands almost instantly cupping the other's face and his thumbs rubbing at his cheeks. "H-hi, hi Bad! Hi Baddie, hello there. You're- you're okay, you're gonna be just fine, I promise." Skeppy was quick to try and reassure, laughing solemnly to himself, doing his utter best to stay like his usual cheerful and bright self. Though that was a touch difficult considering Bad's current state and the fact he felt like the sun was gobbling him up. Gosh, how did Bad get to be so warm?

The glow in his eyes had strengthened a little bit, but it was still weak and slightly flickering, like, well, the flame of a candle. His breathing shuddered a bit as he closed his eyes, a couple of large blobs of wax moving up to try and hold on to the diamond softly. He let out a soft whimper as he looked up at him, almost seeming to tear up again as he did. "I...d-don't wan-wanna keep m-melting, Skep..." He whimpered softly as the flame-colored tears stung his cheeks, making him hiss in pain.

"I know, I know, I know, trust me," Skeppy muttered out softly, wiping away Bad's tears before pressing their foreheads together, still holding his face and rubbing his cheeks. "I'm trying my best to help cool you down, but fuuuck, you're so fucking warm Bad," He grumbled with a quiet pant, needing to pull his head away after a few moments. The heat was one of, if not, his greatest weakness, and while diamonds didn't melt or shatter under intense heat, they definitely absorbed temperatures they were exposed to. "Is there anything cold in the house that co-can help you without you hurting any further?"

"Uuhm...r-room...?" He mumbled out, suddenly seeming very drowsy as he struggled to keep his flames under control. He was so tired, he just wanted to get engulfed by his flames again and firm up overnight like a phoenix from the ashes. He was sure Skeppy would panic if he tried to do that, however, so he suggested the first thing that came to mind. He was so happy they kept their room cold for the sake of Bad not melting.

Skeppy nodded in approval of that idea as he carefully shifted, ever so cautiously, so that he was holding Bad. He wasn't the physically strongest person ever by any means, but he could carry his weight if he needed to. Or, in this case, Bad's weight. He hopped to his feet and swiftly made his way out of the room they were in, letting a mental map in his head guide him to their bedroom. Once more, he found himself questioning why they needed so much space as he speed-walked down the hallways, but didn't give it any further thought, soon arriving at his destination. Skeppy half-kicked, half-pushed the door open, swiftly setting Bad down on the bed, faithfully staying by his side after doing so and watching him like a worried puppy.

Bad let out a slow breath as he felt the cool room soothe at his burning skin, his body slowly forming more and more cohesion before he took another soft breath. "Skeppy...? I need more wax, would you go get more...?" He asked as he turned over to look at him, his eyes still dim but more clear at this point. He just looked tired at this point, and would probably pass out the moment he was finished regaining cohesion.

Skeppy shot up, not needing to be asked twice as he rushed off to fetch more wax for the candle. He even left his crown behind so he didn't have to worry about it sliding off his head. The diamond full-on bolted to the room he had dubbed the 'candle melt room', digging around a few various nooks and crannies. He scraped up enough wax he thought Bad would need in order to recover, which, given the fact that he tended to over-worry, was probably much more than what was needed. Skeppy ran back as he clutched into the pounds of wax, setting it all down next to the candle once he had returned. "There you- uh- go, it's even scented; your favourite, yeah?..." He murmured, having gotten the scented wax in the hopes that it would help ease Bad's pain, be it mental or physical.

He moved closer to it and held a flame up to it, scooping it off with his fingers and adding it to the places that needed it. Bad seemed a bit too silent at this point, but he smiled at the diamond softly as he let out a shaky sigh. "I'm sorry, Skeppy, I should've gone somewhere else so I wouldn't worry you..." He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, making sure it was fully solid as the flames on his body flickered and died. He wasn't in any danger of melting at this point.

Skeppy went wide-eyed at that thought, furiously shaking his head in disapproval. "No, no, no, no, NO! Don't you dare say that!! Can you imagine what would have happened if you had gone someone elsewhere and I didn't find you?!?" He exclaimed, sheer panic enveloping his gaze once more as he hopped atop the bed. The diamond curled up next to Bad, grabbing at the other's arms and pulling them over himself. "...Don't be dumb, Bad... You're officially banned from NOT worrying me in those kinda situations..."

Bad allowed himself to be pulled close, leaning into him and sighing as he adjusted his red-rimmed glasses. "...Skeeppyyy...I'm tiredddd..." He whined softly, burying his face into Skeppy's chest as he held him tightly. He didn't want to let go of him, and nuzzled further into him with a soft huff. "I wanna sleep, Skeppyyyy..." He whined out before looking up at him, then blepping. "Can I have a kiss?"

"You worry me by being on the verge of death, have me essentially get a third-degree full-body burn in the attempt to cool your flame, require me to carry you to our room, ask me to fetch you wax, and yet you want a kiss?" Skeppy inquired as he raised a brow, blankly staring at the candle for a few moments before softly huffing and smiling. "Yes, yes you may, you dork." He stated sweetly, giving Bad no more than a light peck. If he wanted more, he'd have to work for it; that was always his philosophy, or so he told himself, only having made it up on the spot.

Bad let out a sweet little demon chirp in happiness as he received the kiss, moving closer and covering Skeppy's face with light kisses as best he could before yawning softly. "Mmm...I'm sorry for burning you, diamond...do you need me to heal you?" He mumbled out as he slowly fell asleep, gladly willing to heal Skeppy as best he could with the last of his waking energy. Skeppy had done so much for him today, he felt he needed to return the favor somehow.

Skeppy only shook his head softly from side to side a few times. He didn't need to be healed; he was pretty sure it would heal over soon enough on its own; but what he did need was- "Ice cream. I don't need to be healed, I need a gallon bucket of ice cream. Cookies and cream, with plenty of chocolate sauce and whipped cream and maraschino cherries and oreo crumbs," The diamond stated with a quiet huff, his ice cream addicted tendencies speaking loud and clear, though he was evidently not being serious about it for once.

He kind of blankly stared at him for a moment before his eyes shut and he fell asleep on him, his arms draped over Skeppy as he began to softly purr in his sleep. He was finally comfortable for once today, his sleep being soft but extremely light since his body was still sensitive to temperature change. He needed the night and part of the next day in order to let the wax that made him up, firm back up.

Skeppy laid still whilst letting Bad sleep the remainder of the day away, staying loyal to being awake as he originally wasn't tired. That was, until he reached for his phone only to discover he left it in the living room. Between leaving sleeping Bad alone and his phone, he made 'the ultimate choice' with a quiet grumble to himself, snuggling up to the candle while trying to forget about his phone situation. Soon after, without the blue light exposure, he fell asleep, and, being the heavier sleeper between the two, more than happily slept away the night and morning with ease.

Bad quietly woke up in the morning, looking at Skeppy before sighing and sitting up a bit, feeling a bit squishy still but knowing that he'd finish hardening up soon enough. So he slipped out of Skeppy's arms and went to the kitchen, looking around before grabbing something to eat and sitting right in front of the cool air vent.

Skeppy more than eagerly slept the morning away as well, or, rather, he would have enjoyably slept it away. He had been awoken by his internal alarm clock reminding him that, hey, his Twitter needed its daily morning shitpost. Quietly grumbling to himself, the diamond tugged himself out of the comfort of the bed, tiredly rubbing at his eyes as he slowly made his way to the living room to fetch his phone. By no means was he a morning person, he was rather the opposite; a night owl; so he didn't notice Bad sitting by the air vent whatsoever. Then again, Skeppy already had his nose buried in his phone the second he got a hold of it, so maybe that explained a few things.

Bad looked up at Skeppy before grinning and starting to chant quietly. "Ske-ppy, Ske-ppy, are you rea-dy?" He kept chanting quietly, grinning at him as he continued to eat his food and sit by the vent. Bad loved playing with him like this, and quietly giggled as he blepped slightly. "Ske-ppy, Ske-ppy, are you rea-dy?"

Skeppy looked up from his phone after typing the last few characters in his tweet and sending it. He seemed mildly irked, but that was just how he was in the mornings. "Ready fooorrrr...?" The diamond asked, his eyes flicking over to the fridge. Ah, yes, his beloved cold fridge that contained the one thing he consumed in unhealthy quantities in the attempt to keep him freezing cold. He moved over to it and tugged out his personal tub of ice cream, grabbing a spoon and munching away at the gallon tub.

"TACKLE HUGS!" He called before pressing the top onto the ice cream tub and tackle hugging Skeppy quickly, knowing that he could very easily catch both of them. Fun thing about having wings, he supposed as he buried his face into his neck happily. He loved surprising him like this, especially in the morning. He made it his personal duty to make Skeppy smile at least once in the morning.

Skeppy yelped, catching himself at the last minute from falling over backwards. He paused afterwards as he blinked up at Bad. It wasn't one of his 'I'm currently processing what just happened' types of pauses either. No, no, this time it was a more serious, dead-faced pause. His grumpy morning attitude wasn't going to wipe clean nearly that easily from a surprise tackle hug. "It's way too early in the morning for your hype house energy, Bad. Imma need you to tone it down, like, seven notches or imma give you a chill pill," Skeppy stated, reaching over to open his beloved ice cream and eat away at it once more.

Bad pouted softly before hugging him tightly and nuzzling his cheeks and neck. "Come on, skeeppyyy!! You know you love ittt!" He chirped happily, smiling at him as his tail swished and made a heart behind him. "I love you!"

Skeppy blinked a few times, his eyes flickering down to the cherished cookies & cream ice cream. He took his spoon and scooped up a spoonful before shoving it into Bad's mouth as a playful way to get him to stop talking. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I love you too," Skeppy murmured in return with the smallest of smiles, letting out a soft sigh afterwards.

He blinked as well, then giggled lightly around the spoonful as he pulled away and swallowed the mouthful of ice cream. "Mm! It's really good, thank you diamond!" He chirped softly, then nuzzled him and just cuddled up to him. Skeppy was already very cold, and he wanted more cold cuddles, so he was getting them.

"I know it is! Which is exactly why I eat it all the fucking time," Skeppy said with a small huff of pride, happy to know that Bad thought highly of his prized ice cream as well. Or, at least liked it enough to complement its flavour. He kept munching away at the frozen treat spoonful by spoonful, "You're kinda clingy this morning, any reason why?" Skeppy noticed and inquired, slightly raising a brow.

"Need to make sure I don't melt down again." He hummed simply, his tail making a heart again, "And I love you." He smiled lightly at him, reaching up to boop his nose again as he stuck his tongue out to mimic the :P face on Skeppy's diamond head.

Skeppy hummed in an understanding note, smiling a touch more when his nose was booped. He only rolled his eyes upon seeing Bad mimick the expression on his diamond head, eating another spoonful of his ice cream before pressing a light kiss to his lips. "I love you too, yet again, for the second time in the past two minutes." He softly joked with another roll of his eyes.

He let out a soft coo as he blepped softly, giggling at him. "I know, Skeppy!" He teased softly, knowing that he would probably get pushed off by Skeppy, and happy to play with him like this.

"You're a weirdo," Skeppy stated as contently sighed while he ever so gently prayed Bad off of him so he could eat a few more bites of his frozen treat. He then set the tub back into the fridge and toss his dirty spoon in the sink, looking back at the candle afterwards, "What's the game plan for today? We doing anything?"

"Noo...not for me, anyways. You probably have something planned, knowing you." Bad shrugged before moving close to him and kissing his cheek gently, then moving back and pulling his phone out to play on it for a bit. He didn't know if Skeppy had planned something, but he was pretty sure Skeppy would be out of the house for most of the day.

"Unfortunately. I'm Mr. Popular, dont'cha know," Skeppy attempted to joke, trying to make his packed schedule a light-hearted thing. He ended up sighing soon after, having a feeling his attempt to joke about that didn't exactly work, and ran a hand through the floof known as his hair. "But hey, at least I'll be home earlier than usual? Like, around 3-ish, I think? We can do something afterwards if you'd like, such as get dinner for example!"

"Skeppy- give me kisses before you go." He grumbled softly, crossing his arms at him as he stuck his tongue out. "Blehhh~" He cooed out after a moment, letting out a happy giggle after sticking his tongue out. "You're so packed, wehh! Whyyyy?" He huffed as his tail swished quickly, feeling a bit of fire start on his back as he tried to make sure he didn't inhale sharply from the pain. He knew exactly what was happening, and knew he had to stay in the wax room for the whole day until Skeppy got home.

Skeppy hummed softly to himself as he slid back over to Bad, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he was asked to do. "You know my schedule is usually booked, Bad. I'm sorry I wear clothes and look pretty all day." He responded as he slid over and grabbed a backpack that he kept jammed full of his daily necessities; a few notebooks, a binder filled loosely with assorted documents, a laptop, and every colour of gel pen imaginable. Yes, gel pens were a necessity. No, people didn't get to ask him about it.

"But you're MY diamond, Skeppy." He whined a bit, although he did this a lot and didn't exactly mean everything. Yes, he viewed Skeppy as 'his' in that corny, "I'm yours and you're mine" sort of way that some couples talk about. Yes, he got envious of everyone who got to see Skeppy at his job, but at the same time, he got to see more of Skeppy than most people did. His tail swished a bit as he slipped his arms around him lightly, kissing him fully for a moment before letting go of him with a soft huff. "I'll see you when you get home, okay, Skeppy?" He smiled happily at him, ignoring how the flames erupted on his back as he stepped back and sat in front of the cold air vent again. He just needed to keep cohesion long enough to wave Skeppy out the door and to get to the wax room, and he did the first one successfully. The second one was much harder, and he felt lava tears well in his eyes as he collapsed on the cold floor of the room. Hands and knees, as if he was begging some sort of god for mercy. He just prayed it wouldn't hurt as much this time...

Skeppy nodded and beamed up at Bad, sliding his backpack on over his shoulders before happily waving goodbye to the candle and going on his way. While he might've just woken up and had ice cream for breakfast, he was in a chipper mood since today's workload was almost excessively less than what he normally had to do. Plus, he got to work with Eret today, too! They always made some of the best articles of clothing, so he was sure they'd look fantastic. His assumptions were proven correct as he went about his day; he obediently got dressed into what he was asked to wear, whizzing past what he had to do fairly quickly. In his opinion at least. Before Skeppy knew it, he was heading back home and walking through the front door around late midday, not dressed in his typical hoodie and shorts but instead a non-traditional middle eastern prince-y garb that Eret had happily agreed to let him keep. "Baaaad! I'm home!" He called out, setting his backpack down before snooping around the mansion-esk house, excited to show Bad his new outfit.

There wasn't an immediate response. None, except an eerie singing that seemed to come from the wax room. It sounded like Bad, but it was...weirdly more eerie, his voice was softly shuddering. It was an odd shudder, and almost sounded like he was repressing laughter or maybe tears. Bad is just sitting in a pile of wax, his tail weakly hitting the ground as he cried his lava tears, unable to stop how much it hurt to melt like this. He *hated* melting. He sniffled softly before looking over at the door, quietly smiling. "S...keppy!" He managed out as he struggled to sit up, his wings flapping as he tried to force his own cohesion. And he managed it, for the moment, but he looked like absolute shit with flames flickering all over his body as he smiled weakly at Skeppy. "Hey, Skeppy...you look really nice." He managed out as he smiled happily, putting his hands together in front of his chest as if he's praying while interlacing his fingers. He seemed happy to see him, his tail swishing and his wings flapping softly. "You worked with Eret today, right?" He asked out as he smiled happily, letting out a soft giggle before shifting his feet. Bad didn't want to fall over, so he adjusted his position in order to keep himself upright.

Skeppy heavily paused at the doorway to the room Bad was in, staring at him with a face completely emotionally frozen upon catching sight of the condition the candle was in. He didn't dwell on it for long, however, since Bad seemed to want casual chit-chat as Skeppy usually dished out when he returned home, though it did take him a few silent moments to simply stare before speaking once more. He wasn't *happy* that Bad had been melting, especially since he was away, but if Bad wanted him to humour him with lighthearted talk, then who was he to deny such a request? "Uh, yeah actually. She made me this," Skeppy started, gesturing to his attire as he slid himself into the room, keeping a wary eye on the other just in case, especially since his flames were visible *outside* his body. He could never be too sure whenever Bad was going to melt himself out of existence, so it was better to keep an eye on him. "And he let me keep it too; they were feeling generous today. Plus, not to brag or anything, but my makeup is on *point* today."

Bad smiled happily as he kept his hands clasped together, his wings flittering in happiness as he giggled happily. "I'm glad everything went well, Skeppy! Was it fun, did you have fun?" He asked happily, trying to tamp his flames back into control and slightly failing. He wanted to stop worrying Skeppy, but he didn't exactly know how to keep his flames under control at the moment. They did this sometimes, he just had to deal with it as best he could. God, it hurt though...he didn't like how much it hurt, and he hugged himself tightly as he kept his smile up in order to try and convince Skeppy that he was fine. It wasn't working. Bad was clearly not okay, as much as he tried to seem like he was, and he shifted uncomfortably before sighing quietly. "I'm...sorry..." He whispered quietly as he stumbled and leaned against the wall with a soft pant, putting a hand on his head and quietly holding it as he winced quietly. It felt like he was going to completely melt down within a few minutes if he wasn't careful, and he pushed himself off the wall in order to make his way back to the wax room. He knew there was a cold air vent in there, and quickly laid underneath it as his form shifted. "Ugh..."

Skeppy kept his worry-filled gaze on Bad as he hastily followed after the melting candle, following him into the wax room with about as much, if not matching, Bad's swiftness in his steps. "*I* did have fun, yes, but it's clear to me that *you* were suffering while I was away..." He muttered quietly as a frown made its way to his face, softly folding his arms together as he took a seat down in front of the other, sitting up straight and neatly in a butterfly pose. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were still all melty and goopy, Bad? I would have left the studio right away had I known that..." Skeppy continued to mutter, frowning in disapproval; not disapproving of Bad, but of the fact he didn't call to him for help. Whatever, he told himself, he could help now that he was back home. Or at least try to, just like he had done the night prior. What was important right now was that Bad didn't melt into nonexistence, so Skeppy looked up at him after softly sighing. "How can I help? Do you need more wax? Or the cold air to be cranked up?"

"I didn't want to...d-disturb you..." He whispered softly as he shook quietly, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, Skeppy, I thought I could handle it on my own..." He covered his face quietly as he whined gently. He didn't want to make Skeppy upset, but at the same time, he thought that he could clear this up on his own. He coughed when another flame popped up, and winced quietly before taking a soft breath. "I need more wax, I think...I'm gonna need a new outfit after this, it's gonna be hella burnt..." He whispered out, whimpering to himself as he sniffled softly with pain. "I'm sorry, Skeppy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." His voice shook quietly as he looked at him, tears that looked like lava streaking down his cheeks as he reached out for him. He really didn't like it when he had to deal with this, especially since he thought Skeppy would be upset with him every single time.

Skeppy let out another soft sigh, his frown softening up a little as he uncrossed his arms but folded his legs together before pushing himself off the floor and walking over to where he could collect some more wax for Bad. Thankfully, it wasn't more than a few metres away, meaning he could keep talking to the rapidly melting candle. "Stop apologizing already, Bad, I heard you clearly the first time. It's alright, honestly, just lemme know how I can help. You know I hate seeing you get like this; all consumed by flames and goopy and whatnot," Skeppy went on in a soft tone, gathering up as much wax as he could carry; which, admittedly wasn't much considering he never really prided himself for being strong; before carrying it all back to Bad and setting it down. He then sat down himself in front of him, with his back turned towards Bad, before leaning back into him despite the flames that licked at his body. Skeppy was as cold, Bad was hot, so if you mixed the two together then eventually you found a happy medium. That was Skeppy's logic behind doing so, at least.