What happened to you?

Chapter 25

Tommy was in Wilbur's room, shakily holding a lighter up to Wilbur's cigarette between his lips. Wilbur had smoked so many in one sitting, that the room was swirling with smoke and Tommy's hands were starting to hurt.

Tommy was shaking because he was scared. With every flicker of his lighter, he was more afraid that Wilbur was going to put them out on him like he did before. With every drag of the cigarettes, Tommy became more anxious.

He couldn't understand why. Wilbur hadn't hurt him since being revived- and Wilbur was extremely nice to Tommy, going out of his way for him and to make him feel like family- a brother.

And then that's when Tommy got it. The anxiety of the situation had made him so anxious that nothing was going to happen- had made him forget to smoke completely himself. Either that, or Tommy just forgot because of his constant nerves.

"I'm just..." Tommy grabbed the pack, before Wilbur grabbed it back, opening the package with his hanging out of his mouth. He pulled one out and put it in his between fingers before pushing it to Tommy's lips, letting go as soon as Tommy grabbed on to light it.

Tommy assumed that Wilbur was still sort of joking about Wilbur wanting to be around him- but could you blame the fact he's oblivious? Wilbur needed and craved Tommy in his presence, stuck to his side 24/7. The younger is ignorant.

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He couldn't even be away from Wilbur for more than a few minutes without the other squeezing into his space somehow. Shower? No problem, Wilbur would sit on Tommy's bed like a puppy until he was done. Cooking? Wilbur got that- Tommy doesn't have to cook. Smoking? Oh Tommy was exhausted at having Wilbur try to smoke with him every single time.

"Wil, go away I'm trying to do something here. Do you mind?" Tommy asked, pushing Wilbur's stomach back as he pulled a package from his pocket.

They were taking a walk through the woods when Tommy got a sudden urge of addiction, itching to pull his cigs out and smoke the whole pack right there.

"I can do it for you, love. Let me help." Wilbur stated, stepping back to Tommy's side and gingerly putting his hands over Tommy's to help him grab one. Tommy watched him guide his hands to pull one out. Wilbur held it up to Tommy, before pulling a lighter to Tommy's mouth, lighting it.

Tommy took a drag, immediately warming up to Wilbur's presence. For whatever reason, while Wilbur has been annoying, he's been helpful too.

Tommy had asked Wilbur to wash his hair in the bath after taking a big tumble in the forest because his hands were scratched up, and even though Tommy could on his own, he wanted to feel comfortable.

Wilbur had taken time to add extra care to Tommy's wounds after the bath. He looked them over, cleaned and bandaged them gingerly, before moving on the the next one.

Tommy was sure that something good must've happened. Maybe Wilbur had actually changed- or just became more deranged and Tommy was his anchor. And Tommy didn't notice.

"So." Tommy stated, breaking the odd silence of Wilbur stared at Tommy, his ear twitching to the sound of a bird. "What's up. Why are you doing everything for me like a maid?"

"I love you, Tommy. You're my brother, I'm just keeping you safe."

"From what? Did you see Dream? You know he's not going to fuck with me anymore, right?"

"Oh love," Wilbur crooned as Tommy dropped his butt, snuffing it under his boot. "I had no idea you were so worried about Dream. I dealt with him, don't worry." He smoothed out, wrapping his arms around Tommy's shoulders.