Reminder

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Tubbo quickly became Tommy's favorite person in the whole house. He was bright and patient with Tommy, not questioning when Tommy asked him to explain what words meant.

Anna and Luca didn't get angry, either, they just gave him weird looks. When Tommy had asked them what a shoelace was, they had huffed and ignored him, but Tubbo had knelt down and showed him how to tie the flattened string.

Tubbo was also apparently obsessed with touching. He tried not to, after Tommy flinched the first few times he squeezed him (which Tommy now knew was called a 'hug'), but still Tubbo would pat his arm or play with his hair without realizing it. Tommy let him do it because it made Tubbo happy. Not because it made chills run up and down his back and warmth creep into his chest.

It was a massive surprise, however, when he woke up to Tubbo sleeping next to him.

Tommy froze, staring at the boy in his bed. How had he not noticed Tubbo climbing up here? One arm was draped over his chest, and he was hugging him like Tommy was his stuffed bee.

What the hell am I supposed to do?! Tommy thought, panicking slightly. Was this normal? They weren't allowed to even touch each other in the apartments, let alone sleep together!

Luckily, Tubbo stirred and sat up, yawning. His hair was squashed flat on one side and his cheek had lines in it from where it pressed against Tommy's shirt.

"Oh," he said sleepily. "Good morning. You had a nightmare last night, so. . ."

"Ah." Tommy shifted around, cramped. "Could you. . ."

"Yeah sure, bossman," Tubbo said. He swung his legs over the ladder and jumped off.

Tommy gasped and lunged for the rail, peering down only to see Tubbo brushing himself off like nothing had happened.

"Come on, try it!" He beamed. "It's fun!"

Tommy chewed on his lip anxiously. "Does it hurt?"

"Only a little. You don't have to if you don't want to, though."

"It's fine," Tommy said. "I like pain."

He mimicked Tubbo, launching himself over the rail and landing on the floor. Pain shot up his ankles, then was gone. He hummed happily and gave a smile to Tubbo. . .

Who had an expression of utter bafflement on his face.

"What do you mean you like pain?!" He whispered.

Tommy hesitated. "Uh. . . nevermind, I hate pain?"

"What?" Tubbo said, coming up to him. "Tommy, you—"

"Will you two stop thumping around?!" They turned to see Luca standing in the doorway, arms crossed. "Were you jumping off of the bunk bed again?"

"Yes, sir," Tommy said, ducking his head.

"It was my idea, sir, sorry!" Tubbo quickly said.

Luca frowned and marched over, grabbing Tubbo by his shoulder. "Ten minutes in the bathroom. Don't do it again."

"Yes, sir." Luca steered Tubbo into the bathroom, then shut the door. Now Tommy knew why the lock was on the outside.

Luca gave him a cold glare. "You'll be skipping breakfast today. Behave yourself."

Tommy nodded, chirping for him. Luca made a sound of disgust and walked away.

Immediately, Tommy went to the bathroom door. "Tubbo?"

"Hey, bossman! Don't worry, they just lock me in here for a bit when I misbehave. It's. . . I mean, it's definitely sus, but there's nothing we can really do about it, so. . ."

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