Tommy thinks really hard about it.
About going back to one of them, knocking on any of their doors, and asking for them to help. He's so exhausted but he just can't sleep. He can't do it on his own. He just needs one of them near him. He'll settle for anything- curling up at Schlatt's back, or tucking into Sapnap's hoodie, or even laying with his head in Wilbur's lap, like he did before everything went all sideways. He had absolutely no clue how good he had it.
He doesn't even care that they might be making fun of him- the bet and the list and the name's signed under stuck up- he probably deserves it anyway.
Tommy'll do anything, brave anything, for the ability to sleep like he used to.
He, when he's just drifting around waiting for his next practice session, finds himself standing at Techno and Wilbur's closed door, his hands and knees trembling, wishing he could just knock and fall down at their feet- but he can't. He just can't make himself.
On top of being a failure, he's also a coward, and after just another minute of standing there staring at wood, he goes back to his room and lays in bed, staring at the ceiling until it's time for practice.
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Icing Those Hurts (NOT MY STORY. READ DISC)
FanfictieTommy'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...
