Phil sat on the sofa, smiling at the boy who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He felt warm at the thought of the boy trusting him. Suddenly, the door opened.
"Hallo, Phil", Techno said, in the most cheerful voice he could master, which wasn't necessarily very cheerful.
"Shhh. Hi Tech", Phil greeted softly. Techno made his way over to the sofa. Out of nowhere, Tommy began to stir and whine a bit. Soon, he opened his eyes a bit and whined some more.
"Mornin' sleepyhead. Or should I say afternoon?" Techno said.
"Fuck you, prick", Tommy flipped him off.
"How're you feeling, mate?" Phil decided to cut in before anything escalated. Tommy grumbled in response.
"You're gonna have to speak up if you want me to hear you", Phil said softly.
"Like shit", Tommy grumbled again, a bit louder this time. Phil sighed and put his hand on Tommy's forehead.
"You're still burning up. I'm gonna get you some medicine", Phil said, getting up.
Tommy didn't want medicine. He knew he needed it, but just because he was sick didn't mean he would do as he was told.
Phil soon returned with a bottle and a spoon. Tommy grimaced, nobody likes medicine. Okay, yeah, he was most definitely not gonna cooperate with this shit.
Tommy watched as Phil poured up the medicine in the spoon. He looked away, trying to signal he wasn't gonna take this damn disgusting medicine.
"Come on Tommy, you've got to take this if you wanna get well", Tommy heard Phil say in a soft yet stern voice. Tommy turned around just to glance back a bit to see Phil raising the spoon, aiming at his mouth, so Tommy did what any people with any type of brain would do (according to him) and knocked the spoon away. The medicine would most definitely leave a stain on the carpet.
Phil sighed and poured some more medicine in the spoon.
"Now, Tommy, I want you to stop acting like a four-year-old and take your medicine", Phil commanded, bringing the spoon up once again. Tommy looked away once again. He heard Techno sigh behind him. To be honest, he had completely forgotten that he was there. Suddenly a pair of hands turned his head in Phil's direction and a spoon of medicine was shoved into his mouth. Tommy felt the disgusting taste of medicine in his mouth and he whined.
"Fuck you, dick", Tommy grumbled. Techno let out something that sounded like a mix between a scoff and a laugh.
"Phil, the four-year-old you fostered is using a violating language", he chuckled. Phil laughed, and Tommy grumbled in response. How dare they make fun of Big Man Tommy Innit!! He was the best, greatest, most intelligent person, no, MAN in the entire world!!
"Tommy?" Phil moved his hand slowly in front of Tommy's face. Tommy slapped the hand away.
"Fuck off!" Tommy raised his voice. Phil looked a bit taken aback.
"Are you okay, mate?" Phil asked.
"I'm fine", Tommy huffed. Phil sighed.
"Do you wanna go back to bed?" Phil asked kindly. Why did this prick have to be so kind and nice all of the time?! He was gonna make Tommy break his streak of getting kicked out!
"Yeah", Tommy answered shortly, standing up quickly. Too quickly. Black spots entered his vision and he got really dizzy. Because of this, he fell down on the sofa again. He suddenly felt fingers going through his hair, slowly and comfortingly. He leaned in at the touch, too tired to control himself. He soon fell asleep, leaning towards someone warm.
Techno looked up, panicking. He was certainly not used to physical touch, let alone someone falling asleep on him. His father chuckled at him.
"That's a sign of trust, y'know", Phil said softly.
"I literally have barely spoken to him! You were the one who put your fingers through his hair, why didn't he fall asleep on you?!" Techno whisper-yelled, still panicking.
"Tech, relax, Tommy will relax more too if you do", his father told him, nodding at the sleeping child. Techno looked down, noticing the younger was a bit stiff. He tried to relax, taking a couple deep breaths and petting Tommy's head a bit. The younger noticeably relaxed in his sleep.
"See?" Techno looked up to see Phil smiling kindly at him. Techno sighed.
"Well, I'm going up to my room-", Techno started to carefully get up, but Tommy gripped him in his sleep and whined. Techno sat back down and Phil chuckled.
"Looks like you're gonna be there for a while, Tech", he said, standing up.
"No, no, Phil, don't leave, please", Techno started to beg. Phil chuckled.
"I'll go get your book, mate. See ya later", he said, going towards the stairs. Techno sighed and looked down at the blonde. Then he began to pat his head once again. This time, smiling.
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