So this reply took a little while because uh...
I didn’t write a headcanon
I wrote a fic
woops
Title: Borrow the moonlight
Pairing: Smushtrink, obvs
Warnings: Incredibly vague talk of something bad happening to someone. No really, it’s that vague, but this is hurt/comfort so the hurt is there.
Alcohol mention
Notes: Not beta read, a little off-the-cuff, just roll with me here. Title is from ‘Just for this moment’ from Wicked which feels very appropriate in general.
It was 3 O'Clock on a Tuesday morning when Mush woke up two of his boyfriends with the certain feeling that something was wrong.
"Everything's fine, go back to sleep baby." Blink mumbled, wrapping his arms around Mush and trying to tug him back down to bed.
"No, it's not. Where's Spot?" Mush pointed out. Race, who had sat up but was already half-leaning on him and nearly falling asleep again, straightened up once more to blink at the bed in the darkness.
Mush was right, Spot wasn't there.
"What, where is he?" Blink sat up at that, glancing at the empty space beside him that should have been occupied.
"Maybe he's just in the bathroom or-" Race stopped abruptly, and even in the darkened room Mush could see the way his face paled.
"What, what is it?"
"What's the date?"
"It's the fifteenth?" Blink looked confused at the question. Race whipped his head round to look at the clock.
"Past midnight, means it's the sixteenth. Shit."
Mush and blink exchanged concerned looks, waiting for Race to explain.
"It's... it's the anniversary of something bad..." the other two nodded - they didn't need more of an explanation. Spot was still very cagey about his past, they knew even Race didn't know everything, but he was starting to open up to them - they weren't about to ruin that by asking for information that wasn't Race's to give, and they knew Race wouldn't betray Spot by giving it. Instead, they all slipped out of the bed and crept through to the living room in search of their missing piece.
They found him sitting on the couch - not in tears, Spot didn't do crying, but as close to it as they'd ever seen him - staring blankly at a bottle of whiskey in his hands.
"He won't be drinking it," Race whispered "He just... he just looks at it."
The three of them shared a look and then nodded, moving seamlessly into action. This was probably the first time it'd been this particular combination, since it was so rare for Spot to be the one to break down, but they didn't hesitate - they had too much love for their angry Brooklyn boy to delay.
Mush sat on the coffee table in front of Spot, very gently taking the whiskey bottle from his hands and setting aside so he could take Spot's hands in his own.
"Hey, Spot, baby?" he said, voice low and calm, as Race slid onto the seat beside Spot and cuddled in close to him, running a soothing hand up and down his back "It's okay, we're here, you're safe, we've got you."
It took Spot a moment to even register their presence, tensing abruptly as soon as he realised they were there, but Mush was ready and squeezed his hands gently.
"It's okay, Spot, it's okay, it's just me, it's Mush, and Race too, we're here, you're safe and you're okay."
Spot relaxed, slowly, leaning into Race's touch.
"Mush?" Spot's voice was rough and broken.
"Yea baby, it's me, I'm here. Come on back to us, okay?"
"She was so... she just..." Spot swallowed thickly, trailing off.
"It wasn't your fault, Spot," Race took over the reassurance, having a better idea what he was talking about.
"But if I just-"
"No," Race interrupted him, gentle but firm "You know this, Spotty, you couldn't have done anything different, it was all his fault."
Blink came back, then, with a blanket and a cup of tea. Mush gave him a small smile and nodded him over as Race continued to reassure Spot, fingers running through his hair.
Blink gave Mush a kiss on the cheek and took up position on Spot's other side, draping the blanket across all their shoulders. Mush then got himself comfortable across their laps, surrounding Spot in love and affection entirely as Blink passed him the tea.
They stayed that way for a while, wrapped up around Spot, each offering him soft words of support as he drank his tea and slowly came back to them from whatever horrible memory he was reliving in his mind.
"Sorry." He said eventually, softly, passing Blink back the empty mug so he could put it on the table.
"Nothing to be sorry for," Blink told him firmly, Mush had already fallen asleep in their laps and Race wasn't far behind him, his grumbles unintelligible as Spot shifted to wrap an arm around him.
"I'm not supposed to-" Spot began, but Blink cut him off with a firm shake of his head.
"No 'supposed to' about it, Spot, we're all here for you, whenever you need us. You know that."
Spot looked as though he was about to protest again but sighed, curling his other arm around Blink and dragging him close for a kiss to his forehead.
"I know. Thank you." he said, instead.
Silence descended, then, as one by one they began to drift off. Spot was the last to fall asleep, taking a moment to himself to appreciate the way they'd just wrapped themselves around him, no questions, no judgement, just love.
Today was never going to be an easy day, but with his boyfriends by his side, he'd get through it. He'd get through anything.