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at this point, all techno cares about is going to bed.

maybe he will cry in the darkness of his room when he knows there's no chance of being perceived. he thinks, after everything, he deserves to cry.

the only walking he's done is out of the hospital and into the car but his hands are already hurting from the friction against his stupid crutches. he wants to complain about his pain like any other teenage boy would but he doubts anyone would care so he just keeps to himself as he settles down in the passenger's seat whilst phil straps tommy in in the back.

when techno was in the hospital bed and getting his cast put on, tommy wasn't really processing the fact that techno was injured. being in the hospital just seemed like an adventure for him as he questioned the nurses about different machines and stomped around the room make-believing that he was a doctor.

it wasn't until techno got up on his crutches that tommy seemed to make sense of what was going on and he immediately began crying.

techno hates to admit it, but it felt weirdly nice for his little brother to care about him. tommy probably would've cried if anyone he knew got hurt, but that doesn't change the loved feeling that it provoked within the pinkette.

now, with the three of them settled in the car and ready to go, tommy is reduced to small sniffles, fiddling with one of the toys that have been left in the backseat. phil's car is a mess and, somehow, it reminds techno of how stressed his dad must be.

"alright, what are you thinking for food?" phil asks, pulling on his seatbelt with a click. he looks over at techno with a smile and the pinkette is monetarily surprised to realise the blond was talking to him.

he assumed, with tommy being such a picky eater, that it would be his choice.

"you fancy mcdonalds? or we could get some chinese?"

"chinese would be nice," techno answers. he's been craving it for almost a week since his order was forgotten and he feels a wave of excitement flush over him when phil nods and starts the car.

"i don' want chinese," tommy whines in the back. he is only being difficult because he is sad, and he is sad because techno is hurt, and somehow that reinforces the loved feeling in the pinkette.

unfortunately, the loved feeling comes with a jab of disappointment when he realises he's going to miss out on chinese all over again. he's not angry and he won't blame his dad, because there's not much else he can do when his five-year-old is such a picky eater, but it still makes techno's lips press together as he turns to look out the window.

he doesn't want phil to see his disappointed expression and feel guilty over something he has no control over.

"well if you don't want chinese food then i will cook you something at home, tommy," phil replies, gaze on the road, and techno's eyes widen slightly in surprise. "tech has hurt himself so he gets to pick the takeaway, okay? what would you like daddy to cook you instead?"