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Wilbur/Cavetown

"You look happy" Clay said

"Shut up" Wilbur groaned, trying to turn down the light and volume of everything

"Hey, I'm the only reason you didn't crash last night" Clay said "I dragged you into my home, so you better respect me"

"You're voice is really annoying" was all Wilbur said

Clay chuckled "fair enough. Oh, by the way, Dave and Eret's trial is today"

"Wasn't that the reason I got drunk" Wilbur said

"Yeah probably" Clay said "oh and by the way Charlie was super pissed at me last night"

"Why?"

"Apparently Schlatt had told Charlie that if anything happened to him to keep you off alcohol."

Wilbur smiled softly "Schlatt kept me clean for awhile, said he preferred me leaning on him then alcohol. Which I agreed with, but he's not here to lean on"

"You still shouldn't drink your problems away" Clay said

"It's so much easier than facing them though" Wilbur said

"Wanna watch the case then?" Clay asked

"No" Wilbur shook his head "definitely not"

"So what then"

"I just want to go home" Wilbur said, pausing "and you both were right, I shouldn't have gone out"

"That was fast" Clay said "no complaints though"

"Good" Wilbur said, "so, can I go home?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

"Yeah" Wilbur nodded "just tell me the results of the case?"

"Of course" Clay said. They walked back to Clay's car as he drove Wilbur home.

"Thanks" Wilbur waved bye to him as he walked into his house. He looked around for a second before collapsing on the couch, where he fell back asleep. He woke up to his phone ringing.

"Yes?" Wilbur answered

"Hey, the trials over" Clay said "Eret's got a life sentence while Dave's going to a mental hospital"

"Thanks" Wilbur groaned

"No problem" Clay said "I have to go though, sorry"

"Bye" Wilbur said. He leaned back on the couch, looking around. He eventually stood up and forced himself to walk towards Schlatt's room.

He opened the door and smiled. It was exactly how it was left, like it should've been, but Wilbur was half expecting sheets to be on everything or something. He walked over to Schlatt's bed and laid down.

There was something about being in here that made him feel awful. He thought it would be fine after he caught Schlatt's killer, but all he did was realize his brother was a murderer. Why did it have to be Dave, he already lost Tommy and Schlatt, wasn't that enough?

Apparently not. He continued to lay down, feeling more guilty by the second, until it became too unbearable. Schlatt was the only one who could fix Wilbur. God knows how many times he did it. Schlatt was the only person in the world besides maybe Tommy, that knew everything Wilbur knew. He never kept a single thing from him. Schlatt was the only reason Wilbur was currently alive. He was the only one who knew that Wilbur's life was on the line. But now that he's gone-

No. If he started thinking like that, he had no idea where it would lead. God he needed Schlatt, he would know what to do.

Wilbur stood up. He couldn't stay in this room. He made his way to leave when something caught his eye. It was a sketch pad hidden under his mattress. Wilbur carefully grabbed it and flipped through the pages, smiling at the drawings. It was completely him, a bit of Schlatt here and there, but mostly him. Wilbur could tell it was old, he found a drawing of him from when they were in highschool.

"I love you" Wilbur whispered, tears starting to fill up. He closed the book before he hurt any of the drawings and laughed "I miss you so much, you idiot."

He sobbed into his knees, his whole body shaking. "Why, why did you have to fucking dig? We were fine, I didn't hate Dave, we thought the case was over. We were happy, and you were alive. I just want to hug you, one last time."

Wilbur sat there for probably an hour before he stood up. The second he stood up, the room started to spin. He sat back down as he felt his lungs getting smaller, his vision darker. He needed to talk to someone before he did something. So he forced himself to walk outside, and call a taxi.

Wilbur was knocking on his dad's door moments later. His dad opened the door and stared at Wilbur with sad eyes, not trying to hide the pain behind them

"There was nothing I could do" Wilbur said "and I'm so sorry I split this family up I didn't mean to. I should've-" Wilbur tried to continue but his throat closed up and all that came out were tears.

"My boy" was all Phil said before he hugged him. Wilbur closed his eyes and let Phil drag him into the house and onto the couch. It was such a different hug then he's had in forever. It wasn't a Schlatt hug, which was one of the best. It wasn't a pity hug or a 'it's not your fault' hug. It was a sincere, tight hug, the kind you get from a man who's lost everything, and is willing to start over for you. It was the first real hug Wilbur probably ever got from his Dad.