When Technoblade walks up, storming like he's ready to run someone over, Phil already knows what it'll be about. Niki, by his side, pulls away when she sees him coming- smart girl.
"I'll talk to you later tonight, Phil." She says, tucking papers under her arm.
"Of course, Niki, thanks for all your help."
"Anytime." She crosses her fingers. "This will work. I know it."
"I hope, otherwise-" He doesn't finish, but Niki nods in understanding anyway. She slips away and just in time for Techno to stop right in front of him.
"I'm about to do something that might end my career."
"Is this about Tommy?"
"Of course it is."
Phil sighs. "I expected. Look, I've been working on something. I have. You've just got to trust me that-"
"I trust you ." He emphasizes. "It's this coach I don't trust. That kid was having a panic attack on the ice today. He was trembling , Phil. This man scares him half to death. The only thing he doesn't do to the kid is put his hands on Tommy. And that's probably just because he wouldn't be able to skate hurt."
Phil feels awful. God, he can just imagine it. He can see it and he can see Wilbur having done it. "I hear you, Techno. I do. Just give me a little more time. Just another day."
Techno pauses, his fists curling at his sides. Then, he takes a long deep breath, slowly letting all of his anger settle. "Alright." He agrees. "One day. One single day."
"One day." He repeats. "Until then, take care of them for me. You always do, but please."
Techno nods once, and then turns, making his way back to his room.
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General FictionTommy's made it to the Olympics for figure skating- he's the youngest contestant on the ice and he's the favor for the gold. He's supposed to be living the dream. So why is he still so unhappy? And why do all these hockey players and snowboarders ca...
