Maybe not?

chapter 5

trigger warnings:

- mild swearing

Ranboo sat with Tubbo for the full 70 minutes, neither of them moving other than the occasional shift of positions so they were comfortable. Ranboo was whispering sweet words into Tubbo's ear as he held them close.

"Tubs." his hand ran through Tubbo's hair. Ranboo could clearly tell that there was something that Tubbo was keeping from him, something important that was impacting him.

"mhm." looking at Tubbo like this hurt Ranboo, his usually cheery personality smothered by pain. He wanted to help them so badly, to be able to protect him from whatever was causing him these emotional responses.

"Tubs, you don't need to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable-" Tubbo moved his head slightly further into Ranboo's chest, already anticipating the question and slightly dreading it. He wanted to tell Ranboo, so badly he wanted to be able to share everything and cry it out and be hugged and comforted and told that none of it was his fault.

but Tubbo knew it was. He knew that he couldn't, that he needed to be strong. After all, there were so many people who had it so much worse. Tubbo had a brother who loved him and the best friend he could possibly ask for, so really, he was being selfish for wanting more. Especially since he was the reason his mother left and his dad became an abusive alcoholic.

"but, what made you- why did you, you know? Your emotions and- why? Why did they send you to 'cool down'?" Ranboo closed his eyes tightly. "Sorry, that was a badly formed question, what caused the emotional outburst? Not that it's a bad thing! Not at all! I'm actually happy, well, not that you're sad. That would be weird. Just that you're letting some emotions out."

Tubbo slightly moved his head so that he could talk without it being muffled.

"Some words were spoken, and those words just reminded me of some other words that were spoken, that I would very much rather not remember." They instantly laid their head back down onto Ranboo's chest.

Ranboo looked confused. What? Words? He knew that some of the teachers really hated Tubbo, maybe one of them said something? If one of them had they were going to get a mouthful from Ranboo. He pulled himself out of these thoughts to look down at Tubbo, he decided that it wouldn't hurt to ask a few more questions today.

"What- would you mind telling me what those words were?" He was doubtful that Tubbo would answer but it never hurt to ask.

"Told me my brain doesn't function like normal people. They basically said I was fucked in the head." Ranboo's mouth fell open at that. Tubbo gave an actual answer, what is going on? Most importantly, who said that Tubbo was fucked in the head? Everyone he knew adored Tubbo and greatly enjoyed it when he came to school. 

Subconsciously, Ranboo's hand had started running through Tubbo's hair again. 

Tubbo was so tired, he could barely stay conscious, let alone keep his mental walls up. All he knew was that he was with Ranboo. Ranboo wouldn't do anything to hurt Tubbo in any way so he was comfortable, he vaguely registered answering a question but when he spoke all he could focus on was how abnormally difficult it was to force his mouth to move to form the shapes to create words.

He could feel a hand running through his hair and another hand on his back, he could hear a heartbeat close to his ear, but other than that, the crying session had used up most of Tubbo's limited energy supply. He slowly slipped out of consciousness as he heard faint words from the outside fight against the raging screams within. 

Dream was furious. His stupid teacher had decided not to tell him that his brother had had a panic attack and was sent to the sickbay. He wasn't informed that Tubbo had taken the news he received earlier badly. Though, Dream didn't quite understand why the news had been taken so poorly when he seemed completely unfazed by it while in the kitchen of their house.