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When the people whisper and stare pt.3 (Tommy and Kristen+the rest of SBI)

Phil's POV:

We were in the middle of jamming to song random song Wilbur had put on when I heard my phone start ringing.

"Techno?"

He turned the music down, and said, "Yea?"

"My phone's ringing, can you just check who it is."

He picked up the device, "It's Kristen."

"Oh ummm, can you answer it and put it on loud speaker for me mate?"

The next person I heard speak was Kristen, "Phil?"

"Hey love, what's up?"

"Just about to play some board games with Tommy." She was about to continue talking but Wilbur said something under his breath.

"One second, what was that Will?"

"Just an oh god. When Tommy asks to play board games like that he's normally pretty anxious about something."

"Yea, he said he was worried about you guys. Something about you guys dying in a car crash or Techno in a plane crash."

"Okay, just keep reminding him that were fine, let him know we talked to you and were fine. How long until we get back Phil?"

"Probably another hour."

"I'll let him know, anything else I can do Will?"

"Yea, thrash him at board games." Everyone gave light chuckles. "Other than that, remind him it's okay if he stims cause he gets pretty self-conscious about it, and has he eaten?"

"No he said he didn't feel well enough, but i managed to get him to eat a cookie."

"If you can, get him to eat something. It'll help him out even if he feels a bit sick doing it."

"Will try, he's just coming down now, so see you guys in an hour."

"Bye Kristen." Techno ended the call and we sat talking for a bit. Mostly a little worried about the youngest of the group.

Tommy's POV:

I could hear every word Kristen said on her phone call to who I presumed was Phil, Will and Techno. She didn't speak very loudly, but my ears were relatively sensitive to sound and they could hear her through the floor. I didn't know how I felt about the things she was saying, but it also showed she cared, and that made me feel a little better. I walked quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen where the dining table was. There Kirsten had placed a large plastic tub full of board games; I walked over taking a few out and trying to decide which one I might like to play first.

"You alright Tommy?"

"Yea, just working out which one to play first."

"Okay, and can I get you something to eat?"

I turned to her and looked at her face as it smiled kindly back at me, "ummm Yea maybe."

"You like sandwiches?"

"Can I just have some bread with butter?"

"Sure mate, do you want to help me do it so that I don't make it the wrong way?" I nodded and smiled, because in my head, I was very happy at that last bit. 'So I don't make it the wrong way', she understood. Sure I like bread on butter but I only like it a certain way. Sure I like fish fingers but only a certain brand. She understood it, and it just made me happy.

After making the bread on butter just the way it needed to be so that I would eat it, Kristen started to set up a game of Jenga for the 2 of us, deciding that it would be more fun and easier to finish if the others got back earlier than expected.

I won the first round (which lasted a lot longer than Kristen and I thought it was going to). And as we started the second round, I was slightly anxious and slightly excited that I wasn't upstairs in my room stressing out anymore, which meant I felt it in my body to stim. And hearing what Wilbur had said on the phone and what Kristen had been saying to me all afternoon, I let myself do it. Just a quick, flick my fingers about as I wave my hands. But before I knew it, my hand had gone slamming into the jenga tower.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I sank back down into my chair and curled in on myself.

"It's perfectly fine mate, would you like to help me rebuild it and continue or would you like to take a break?" Options, I always liked being given clear options.

"Outside?" I looked at her nervously, worrying about my sudden reduction in quality of speech.

"Do you want to go outside Tommy?"I just nodded. "I'll open the back door for you, just come back in when you're ready." I nodded once more, grabbing my coat and shoes from the hallway and putting them on by the now open back door.

It wasn't exactly a nice day, hence the coat, but it never truly was in Britain. Still, I sat quietly, humming to myself when I couldn't quite handle the silence and industrial based white noise that gave me a headache. I felt myself decompress, avoiding a sensory overload but recognising I had been on the edge of one and still kind of was.

I retreated back to the warmth of the house, re-entering the kitchen where the jenga table was set up at the dining table, "I'll rebuild it now, just got a little excited haha." The laugh was a nervous one, but I tried to make it sound a bit more genuine than that. Kristen just offered me a kind smile and a reassuring nod. I felt safe with her, and it meant a lot.

After rebuilding the jenga tower, Kristen went on to win the game, and as I was about the build the tower for a third time, I heard a car pull up onto the drive way and Kristen followed me to the door. Rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet, I stood in the house, watching them walk up to the door.

Wilbur's POV:

I was eager to get out the car and just check on Tommy, I knew he would be fine because he was with Kristen, but I also knew that he hadn't met Kristen too many times. And those few times can make a difference. He seemed happy enough as he stood by the open door, and as Kristen was hugging Techno and greeting him, I walked over.

Squeezing him tightly in a hug, "you alright king?" He just hummed, as I ruffled his hair slightly. "You want to talk about it?" He didn't really answer me. "Would it be better if we went on a walk and talked that way?"

"No, cause people."

"Oh okay," noticing that Techno was standing awkwardly waiting to talk to Tommy, I let the youngest go, "we'll talk about it more Tom." He nodded and look nervously at me whilst walking over to Techno.

"Hey Tommy."

"Hi Tech." The 2 fist bumped and their conversation came to an almost immediate halt.

"So uh how have you been?"

"Alright, you?" Tommy wasn't nervous at that point cause he was talking to Techno, he was just nervous about anything and everything.

"Yea been alright thanks." The room fell to silence, until Phil invited us all into the kitchen and we exited that eerily silent hallway.

Time skip:

"Come on mate, you're fine." Phil was gently trying to encourage Tommy to choose a restaurant to go eat at for dinner.

"Tommy, just listen for a minute." He kept shaking his head, thrashing his arms about. Things were getting worse by the second.

A/n Hey. Thank you so much for reading. I know this is a little shorter and I unfortunately have some more bad news. To keep up with exams, school work and other parts of life, uploads will be moving to once every 3 days, just to give me more time. Thanks for being understanding, and I promise this story is going somewhere hence the cliffhanger. So I hope you enjoyed and have  an amazing day.

Thank you,

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