Don't Know How to Feel.

49. Discussions in the Ranvan

The silence in the air felt like it was buzzing in his ears, making him want to reach up and wave it off like an insect. But his hands were full at the moment, stepping into the van to be greeted by all of his coworkers- who showed up on time.

"Hey, how's it going everyone?" He tried, once again feeling that odd bubble of confliction when he glanced over at Ranboo.

"Hey, Wilbur," Ranboo mumbled back, finally, something close to a conversation. Wilbur set down the washed aprons on the counter with a sigh.

"Well here, I washed all of our work clothes," Wilbur explained, tipping up a hat and placing it on Tommy. "Even your wondrous business cap."

Tommy blinked, stepping back as he took hold of the hat. "Oh, thanks Wil."

"And I finally found the journal you left in my room, Ranboo, my boy," Wilbur said, holding out the tattered papers to him with a grin and Ranboo returned it.

"Thanks, man." Ranboo began, flipping threw a couple of pages. "I lost it when we were making our flyers so it's been quite a while."

Wilbur nodded, ignoring the anxiety pooling in as he walked over and leaned on the counter. "Indeed it has." he let out.

'It's fine. They're your friends.' he adjusted the collar of his shirt, standing up straight and clearing his throat to get their attention once it grew quiet for too long.

"I'll just start off by saying, yes I know I was late. But only by a little bit." Wilbur started off sarcastically, being interrupted by Tina before continuing.

"That's true. You're timing is just so weird. You used to always be late, then you were always earlier. And now it's like a fucking wild card. Pick and choose, late or early."

"Uh, yeah." Wilbur simply agreed, hesitating as he did so. "But that's not really what I wanted to talk about."

"We know."

Other times, when three people would say something at the same time, the whole van would burst out in a small fit of laughter. But for this one time, they didn't.

"It's about the past couple of weeks-"

"Like two." Ranboo chipped in. "Not much more." Cutting off Tommy got him a side glare that he simply shrugged off.

"But yes, you would be right," Wilbur said, holding a hand outwards before shoving it into his pocket. "As we all are aware, Quackity and I have a long history of arguing with each other. But the past two weeks or so it's become well, a bit much and I didn't do anything to stop it. You guys shouldn't have to listen to that. It's something between the two of us so I'm sorry."

He waited for some sort of reaction, receiving a nod from Tina and Ranboo whereas Tommy just crossed his arms.

"It doesn't really make... the best workplace. So I get why everyone's been so on edge recently."

None of them really talked about it, but it was definitely there. The tension in the van had been boiling. All of the comments left his coworkers a bit frustrated, and the fact that he did nothing and just let it happen only made it worse. They tried to ignore it, but hey, they were all in this damn van.

"And I just wanted to apologise for not uh, doing anything. Only carrying it out further. You guys shouldn't have to listen to any of it." his voice got considerably quieter as he glanced at the floor. Then sighing as he looked back up. "But I did want to let you know that Quackity and I talked last night and we are kinda, just done with all of the fighting- like, you guys don't have to show up to work and listen to that anymore. We've figured things out."