Mcyt -autistic- oneshots

Kristen, make him stop! pt.2 (Phil and Wilbur+Kristen)

TW- stressful hair loss (I feel like in this context, it might be triggering for some people)

Wilbur's POV:

There on the beanbag, were 2 very small patches, of blond hair. Not much in each, but enough that when I looked back to Phil's head, I could see where they had come from. I tried not to let him see, and shut the door to the room as I left it.

We sat at his dining table, there were still boxes dotted around. The food hadn't gotten too cold, but whilst I ate mine, Phil picked at his. "You alright?"

"Yea, just not feeling very well. It happens sometimes after a meltdown."

"In what way aren't you feeling well?"

"Headache, I guess. It's more just a deflated feeling. Kristen says it's exhaustion, embarrassment and feeling upset, mixed. Or something like that."

"What can I do to help?"

"I don't know. You could call Kristen."

"We'll do that then." I pulled my phone out my pocket and put it in the middle of the table, between the 2 of us. The phone rang through.

"Hey Wilbur. Is everything okay? Has something happened? Is Phil alright?"

"Hey Kristen. Phil's getting there, he just had a meltdown."

"Is he there? Can he hear me?"

"Yes, I can hear you." He spoke up.

"Are you alright? Be honest. Remember, you aren't a burden when you're honest." (A/n Sorry but. Have a snickers, you're not you when you're hungry! Ok, funny part over.)

"No. It's that stupid deflated feeling again."

"Let's talk through it then. What triggered the meltdown?"

"Umm. Well, I've been getting more and more anxious. That's why I got Wilbur to come and stay. I didn't really want to be alone anymore. And the one sensory toy I did have, popped. And the last year has been stressful with Covid. And moving houses has been stressful. More stressful than I told you it was. And you said you would help with it when we started looking at houses, but you weren't there, and you aren't here. And that's not your fault, but you promised, and my brain can't understand why you've broken your promise. Even though, I know it's not your fault. And I miss you. Really miss you. I want you to give me a hug. And I wanted you to tell me to go to bed when I was up all of last night. But you weren't here to do that. And everything is just too much. I want to go back to normal." I sat there quietly, partly in respect, partly in shock. Phil wasn't one for talking so openly about his feelings, but I suppose this was his wife on the phone.

"Oh, Phil. I'm going to be back really soon, I promise you. And I'm not going to break this promise. Can Wilbur help you find some other sensory toys?"

"I've already told him that we are going to look on amazon for them later."

"Oh good, so that one is sorted. Do you think you'd be alright if Wilbur gave you a hug? I know it's different, but I think you might really need a hug right now."

"Maybe."

"Ok, well what if Wilbur waits for you to ask for one? And when you do, he'll just give you one, no questions asked? Are you alright with that Wilbur?"

"Yea, that sounds good. Is that alright Phil?"

"Yea. It's better. But not as good as Kristen."

"Sorry Wilbur. But I don't think you are ever going to get that top spot."