I'm a Healer, But...

22

Wilbur takes his seat at the table, smirking over at Techno. Techno, of course, refuses to make eye contact with anyone at the table, because Tommy fucking got him.

He had no idea that taking Tommy and Fundy out to shop a few days ago would be so lucrative. Sure, he was looking for suggestions of what to get for Tommy, since Techno had shot down the idea of killing Pandas for his vinyls- only because he wanted Tommy to join him when it happened- but that was his only evil plan of the day.

Wilbur had mentioned jewelry offhandedly, not even thinking about how Techno could take it, but Tommy was the one to settle on the crown that would do the job. It was stupidly expensive, and Wilbur had almost just broken the glass to take it instead, but Tommy handed over almost all of the money Phil had given him to purchase it rightfully. Tommy's eyes lit up at the way the diamonds caught the light as he turned it around in his hands, and then he tucked it away carefully, ready to be wrapped up.

And look at Techno now. A mess, because their baby brother gave him a sounder gift. And then, he whipped out a sounder gift of his own that he had clearly made just for Tommy! He really wasn't fooling anyone. Though he's clearly still trying, from how he's dragged himself away from patrolling outside Tommy's room to join them. He's nervously tapping the table, eyes on the hallway to the new extension, and Wilbur just knows that if he spoke, he would reek of protective-anxiety from being away from the brand new sounder member this soon.

"How's it going, Techno?" Wilbur asks, smug.

"Shut it," he growls, and of course, Wilbur was entirely right about how he's feeling.

"Don't take it out on Wilbur, mate," Phil hums as he hands out drinks to everyone at the table. "You're the one who suppressed your instincts until it was too much for you-"

"Shut. It. Phil."

Wilbur laughs. "Are we not even allowed to talk about it? You were the last hold out, you know-"

"That's not true," Techno huffs, looking at Fundy almost desperately. "Fundy, weren't you?"

Fundy takes a sip of tea to hide his smile. "Not really."

Techno groans, but Phil just pats him on the shoulder and takes a seat as well. "Come on, come on. I know you're recovering from the blow to your ego-"

"Oh, give me a break!"

"-but we do need to talk about this." Phil sips his own hot chocolate. "I already know where Wilbur stands on the idea of offering Tommy eternity." Techno immediately sits up straight. "Techno. Fundy. Thoughts?"

Techno hesitates for a moment, but he's still the first to speak up. "He wants to learn wood carvin', and I want to see if he'd like metal workin', or potion makin' too." His anxiety from before has mostly faded, replaced with protective-fondness-hope. "It'd take a long time to learn."

"I'll take that as a third yes, then." Phil glances at Fundy.

"...I mean, I... still don't know if I'm... I mean, probably? But I don't know if my word should count here-"

Wilbur cuts him off. "Your word always counts, starlight. We want to hear your thoughts."

Fundy sighs at the old nickname, but he can't hide the pleased-fondness when he speaks again. "I like Tommy. And... I think it'd really piss off Clay- um, Dream- that he's our family. Plus, um, I don't know how the afterlife works, but if there is one, I kind of want to keep Tommy away from wherever C- Dream would be, and eternity is... pretty much the only guarantee."

Phil smiles and reaches over to run a hand through Fundy's hair. "Then we're unanimous. How do we bring it up to him?"

Techno grunts. "I don't know. He's- there's no way he knows he's... he's family yet."