Sleepy Bois Turnabout?

Look At All That Fluff!! (while it lasts >:) )

Technoblade was strong. He was strong in a lot of ways, mentally sharp, emotionally stable, determined as hell, but also just physically. It wasn't easy to forget the fact, considering he looked like a supervillain, but somehow Phil always managed. It usually came rushing back in tedious moments; watching him lift something, break something, etc. Right then it came back from both. Technoblade lifting all three of his family members (breaking their bones in the process) was as good a reminder as any. Phil stretched, cracking his back a little.

"Oh... jeez."

"Heh, sorry. I thought you guys liked hugs."

Technoblade's tone held just a hint of mockery. He had the right, Phil supposed. He'd graciously partaken in many hugs even though he rarely enjoyed them. It was always for the other's sake. Sometimes he'd partake not so graciously but again, who could blame him? His brothers had pretty physical love languages and Tommy hadn't quite properly learned the meaning of boundaries.

"I think you've given me cluster-phobia," Tommy griped.

"Firstly, it's claustrophobia. Secondly, now you know how I feel."

"Really though, we just gonna ignore the fact he lifted all three of us? At the same time! That's like... 220 kilograms if you lowball it. What the hell, man? I didn't know you could do that."

"What? Jealous, Wilbur?"

"I'm not-"

"We all had workout habits at one point, it's just that Techno happens to still have them," Phil broke in.

"Oh my god, are you calling me lazy?" Wilbur gasped. Phil flicked him in the ear.

"You know, honestly? It's the stress."

"What?" Tommy stared at Technoblade, blank eyes expecting a better explanation.

For a moment Techno only stared him down. Phil thought about cutting in with an answer, he didn't know for sure, but he could usually speak fairly accurately for Technoblade, and he could always be corrected, but Techno answered on his own.

"I exercise when I'm stressed. Punch things, push-ups, turn the mental pressure into physical ones and then work it all out. It's good."

"Really? That's the secret? Anxiety?"

"The true secret is to do it consistently. I manage because I am constantly stressed. Always. So... in a way, yeah. Anxiety."

"What do you punch? Do you like, do competitions and stuff?" Tommy gasped "Can I watch?"

"No. If I did, don't you think you'd know about it?"

"It's not like you ever tell me about your life. You're all mysterious and brooding and shit."

"I thought you were a detective, Tommy," Phil teased.

"Hold on, what do you punch then?"

"My punching bag."

" Your punching bag? What, do they like give you your own personal space?" Wilbur snorted.

"They?"

"At the gym. Where people go to work out? Which you just said you do a lot? Hello?"

Technoblade shifted.

"I work out at home. I... I don't like the gym. There's... people," he mumbled.

Phil resisted the urge to snicker, knowing it would come off like mockery, instead softly smiling and shaking his head. Technoblade was really something. He could see how and why many people found him terrifying but he was also so obviously timid and thoughtful, it was difficult to think of him as really threatening. Phil supposed he had a rather biased point of view on the matter, after all, he had raised the guy. It was probably hard to find anyone truly scary one you've had them snuggle into your arms to hide from 'monsters under the bed.'