The one where Cellbit is a good friend and Gemma is full of Anxiety

Set during the Brazil trip!

Gemma sits curled up on the plush hotel couch, her hands cradling a steaming cup of tea. Through the large window before her, the vibrant greenery paints a picture of tranquility, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing inside her. Her moment of semi-peace shatters with a soft knock on the door. Puzzled and not expecting any visitors, she pads over to the door, curiosity piqued. "Oh, hey," she greets, slightly surprised.

Cellbit stands there, a mix of concern and cheer on his face. "Hey," he starts, an awkward smile playing on his lips, "We're waiting in the van outside for you, ready to go?"

Gemma winces slightly, "I'm not feeling good," she confesses. Which is kind of the truth, really.

"Oh shit, that sucks. Do you need some painkillers or something? Lore always carries some in her purse—" Cellbit offers, his brows knitting together in worry.

"No, no, it's not like that," she declines quickly, not wanting to worry him further.

Cellbit shuffles uncomfortably on his feet, clearly torn. "So, the plan was you go to this mall area and after to a house I rented and hang out there while I make sure everything's ready in the studio, watch the RPG, then throw a little party. You sure you don't wanna come? Or maybe someone could stay with you, so you don't have to be alone and feeling crappy."

Gemma lets out a small sigh, her shoulders slumping as she confesses, "It's my anxiety. It's just through the roof right now." She attempts a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I had a blast yesterday - but, you know, it was also kinda stressful. It's all piling up on me."

Expecting Cellbit to just scoff, make a joke, or maybe even roll his eyes before leaving, she's taken aback by his next move. "Do you want a hug?" he offers, his voice soft, filled with nothing but genuine concern.

And Gemma can only nod mutely, too emotional and grateful to speak up. Cellbit steps closer, one arm wrapping around her middle while the other gently strokes her hair. As she feels the warmth and comfort of his embrace, tears prick her eyes. Damn her and her emotions. "I'll see you tomorrow," she assures him, her voice a whisper. "And I'll definitely be watching your RPG live from here."

Cellbit gives her one last tight squeeze, a silent thanks, before stepping back towards the door they've left ajar. "Text me or Lore if you change your mind and want to come, or if you need someone to come keep you company," he says, his voice laced with sincerity.

"I won't, but thanks," Gemma manages a weak chuckle, "Now go prepare your big project."

As the door closes behind Cellbit, Gemma feels a mix of relief and loneliness. But there's also a flicker of warmth in her chest, a reminder of the genuine care her friends have for her. She returns to her spot on the couch, the chaos inside her quieting just a bit.

Phil's laughter echoed through the van. "Well, there's Cellbit," he notes, the humor in his voice fading at only seeing him, expecting to see Gemma trailing behind him. But she's not there. "Where's Gemma?" he asks, his brow furrowing in concern.

Foolish, who has been lounging in his seat, frowns deeply, quickly scanning the surroundings. The reserved space next to him is now glaringly vacant. There was an unspoken rule among them that the seat next to him was Gemma's. He even had to fend off Roier and Fit earlier, who had playfully tried to claim the spot for themselves. "What?" he mutters, his eyes darting around the hotel entrance. 

Roier can't resist a joke, wiping away mock tears. "No way, Cellbit killed her!" He sniffles dramatically, his voice dripping with feigned sorrow. "Sexist."

The group chuckles, despite the underlying worry. Their laughter cuts short when Jaiden suddenly grabs Cellbit's arm as he steps into the van, pulling him down to sit next to her. "Where's Gemma?" she asks, her voice laced with genuine confusion and concern.

Cellbit, slightly taken aback by the immediate interrogation, sighs softly. "She's not feeling well," he explains, his voice carrying a hint of concern that immediately softens the group's mood. "She wants to stay back at her hotel."

A collective murmur of sympathy fills the air, their earlier mirth replaced with concern. "I can stay with her, I don't mind." Bagi voices, only to remember she has a secret part in the RPG and offer Cellbit a sheepish smile.

Cellbit nods, understanding her. "I asked if she wanted company," he says, trying to reassure them. "She wanted to be alone." He gives the driver a nod, signaling it's time to depart.

"That's fucked up," Foolish can't help but complain, the words slipping out in a mix of frustration and concern, earning a round of laughter from his friends at his visibly soured expression. Phil, sitting just behind him, leans forward to pat his shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort.

As the vehicle pulls away, leaving behind the quiet hotel where Gemma remains, the group's laughter slowly returns, mingling with the soft hum of the city. Yet, beneath the surface, their thoughts linger on their absent friend, hoping she feels better soon.

I really wanted to deepen the bond between Gemma and Cellbit I felt like they had similar vibes