𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

4

❝ I've known it from the moment that we met. No doubt in my mind where you belong. ❞

{《☆》}

TW: NON-GRAPHIC TALK OF DEATH

It's an odd thing, staying in contact with a client. You don't usually tend to chat with clients outside of meetings and emails. But Tommy was... he was somehow the exception.

He had emailed you for a while, anxiously typing whatever he thought about with genuine questions scattered throughout brainless thoughts. Eventually, you had just told him to text you since he was cluttering your email too much. But then he started becoming something akin to a friend, sharing soft memories of his brothers during a random call as he played various scary maps.

You were hunched over your desk when Tommy called again. Hardly looking up, you answered. "What's up, Toms?"

"Y/N, big mans, um," Tommy laughed, obviously a tad bit nervous. "So I know the paperwork has gone through and all, I know that. But I'm a tad bit worried about how I'm going to be keeping in contact with you?"

You smile a bit, leaning back and cracking your knuckles absentmindedly. "Now I'm going to assume, but are you the one who sent me that new comm?"

Tommy blew air out of his mouth, obviously embarrassed. "It was Dream's idea."

"If I turn it on right now, am I going to see you and Dream already there?"

"...Maybe," Tommy admitted quietly. You laughed, endeared by how sheepish he was being. "Oh shut up! I just thought that of course, you would miss me. Everyone misses my amazing, huge presence."

"If that's what you want to think," You say with a grin. You reach over to the communicator. You've never really owned one. They're kind of out of style, especially in Hypixel, even though they're more reliable for server-to-server communication. You flip it over and long-press the button, watching as the screen flickers with light.

"I regret ever being nice to you," You can hear him flop into his bed, dropping his own comms along with him. There is some shuffling as he readjusts before pulling the comms back over to his hands. "Wilbur is out with Techno doing boring shit. You need to entertain me."

"I need to? What if I don't want to?" You stifle a laugh as Tommy groans.

"Oh c'mon! Don't be a prick, Y/N! I'm boooored!" He practically whines, reminding you of Theo. You sigh with a small smile, caving quicker than intended.

"Alright, alright, I might as well stay on call," You shake your head as Tommy cheers. When he quiets down, you start talking about a random story from your childhood. By the time you get to replacing the broken vase with a new one, he's quietly mumbling in his sleep. You roll your eyes softly, not clicking off. You think it'd be funny to hear how embarrassed he'd be when he wakes up.

Huh, look at you adopting a little brother. Go off, king.

{《☆》}

You know this day was coming up, unconsciously you were physicing yourself out. Mentally trying to come up with a sudden family emergency that would save you from the grasp of an indescribable situation.

Theo's mother sits in front of you, sepia reddish-brown hands clasped as she holds a mug you had just washed. Freshly brewed coffee sits in it, a light toffee colour as it swirls in a similar fit of unrest. Her face is accented fit with a paler flush that doesn't fail to make the bags under her eyes seem all the more prominent.