"I didn't know you and Wilbur had made up?" Phil questioned, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Me neither," the younger answered truthfully. He thought about telling his dad about the rumours, but maybe it was better if Phil didn't know. What if he agreed with them? He shuddered at the thought before staring down at his hands,
"do you want to talk about what happened at school?" His dad touched the subject, peeling his eyes from the road to look at his son before looking back at the oncoming traffic.
"Was just JSchlatt, uhm, being him." Techno hesitantly muttered, biting his nails as he looked anywhere but at Phil. The pink-haired was itching for a release, any kind, he didn't care what he just needed something but he had nothing. Beggars can't be choosers - but even then who did he have to beg? Wilbur, but that would have to be tomorrow and even then he was friends with JSchlatt and what if it got back to him? He wracked his mind until - JSchlatt, Tommy must have gone to him when he came back with blown pupils..
Memories of when he had a trembling body, on the verge of feeling like he was going to pass out because of the withdrawals crashed his mind - did he really want to do that all again just for a few releases? He didn't want to think about how badly it broke Phil's heart. Techno couldn't imagine it was easy, watching your son go through withdrawals and knowing you hadn't even noticed it get this bad until it was too late. But with Philza, it was always too late, and Techno couldn't tame the urges as he felt the car park up.
"Is Tommy at Dreams then?" Techno suddenly questioned, the urgency in his voice didn't go unnoticed by Phil as he raised an eyebrow,
"yeah. Why?"
"I can take my charger back, he was using it for his headphones." Techno lied quickly, partly being proud of it and partly scared that his dad would see right through it - but by some miracle Phil just nodded and turned the engine off.
Techno rushed up the stairs, swinging open the door to Tommys bedroom and looking around hoping that Tommy brought some home. His hands landed on the cupboard as he pulled it open, spotting nothing but screwed up pieces of paper & other mess. He moved his feet over to the bookshelf, scanning through the books before his hands landed on Tommys pillowcase and- bingo.
He carefully pulled the small bag out, admiring the white powder as he quickly pocketed it and went into the bathroom. He formed a line with the edge of his school card, before snorting it and immediately - waves of serenity rushed through his veins.
He couldn't tell you when he ended up back in his room, the background noise of his playlist comforting him as he absent-mindedly farmed potatoes on his computer. Knocking pulled him away from his thoughts, a gentle sound - but apparently he had taken too long to answer because Phil was now in his doorway, his look of fear relaxing into one of relief.
"Jesus, Tech. You gotta answer when I knock, mate, scared the prime out of me." Phil chuckled softly,
"sorry, I was distracted." The teenager answered, gesturing to his computer as Phil nodded and sat on the boys bed,
"is that the same band you saw live with Quackity?" Philza asked, referring to the song playing on low volume as Techno nodded. Planting more potato seeds as he spoke.
"Coldplay, yeah." He answered still clicking away at the pixels and Phil took a minute to listen to the lyrics,
'For some reason, I can't explain
Once you'd gone, there was never-
Never an honest word,
And that was when I ruled the world.'
He decided not to read too much into those lyrics clearing his throat softly,
"Alex is a good kid, it's sad that he can't see how much of a bad person JSchlatt is."
Techno paused the game, blinking as he remembered how Quackity had done something close to defending him earlier that day - he had disagreed with JSchlatt.
"Yeah." Techno answered,
"same with uhm," the name was glass shards on his tongue.
"Wilbur," and the tears he cried for the brunette were the trails of blood that followed. Phil nodded softly,
"good to see he's still talking to you, though." There was a pause,
"Dream told me that Tommy was talking to George and told him that Ranboo wasn't dead." The pink-haired spun around in his chair,
"what?"
"I know." Phils voice was close to betraying him - leaving him there to choke on his own sobs,
"he needs- like- therapy, or something, Dad. He walked in on it, he was the one who found him." Techno spoke quietly, standing from his chair with soft panic dancing on the edge of his tone.
"I know," He breathed out as he stood up.
"Did he say anything about school?"
"He said he misses Tubbo, I really don't want to rush him to go back though."
Techno thought back to today,
"I don't know if it's a good idea for him to go back yet." Phil raised his head at this, making desperate eye contact filled with worry,
"why? Did something happen?"
"No." Techno lied,
"but if he's denying it, I don't know if school will make him stress out more." Phils muscles untensed as he nodded,
"yeah. I'll speak to him about a therapist."
Phil stood up and headed for the door while Techno unpaused his game, but Phil hesitated.
"Techno?"
"Heh?"
"Are you- are you like, doing okay?" No. Techno wanted to scream, he wanted so badly to cry, to tell Phil he wasn't clean/sober anymore.
He just wanted to be young again, when he felt like his dad was a superhero who could fix anything in the world, to let his dad tuck him safely into bed and use 'magic water' on his wounds.
"Yeah. I'm doing okay." Was all he said, he wasn't young anymore, his dad wasn't a superhero, his bed was cold and magic didn't exist.
[ A/N i hope your easter is going well (: ]
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