Innerworks

9. Aftermath

It was around three-almost four, when Thomas finally decided to give his tired eyes a break, actually no, his exhaustion finally caught up with him and his eyes became too blurry and unfocused to see any of the words on screen.

He was about to ask Anxiety if he wanted to answer any more of the questions when he realized there was a weight on his shoulder.

He'd been answering questions from concerned Fanders since Anxiety came in, every now and again the personality would answer a few.

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"And, there, done!"

Anxiety had just finished answering a question.

Thomas moved in closer.

"Huh, I didn't think you could lie that well Anxiety"

"I didn't"

"Mhm, sure, name me one time you've ever been that nice", gestured Thomas to the personality's generous amount of, surprisingly kind, text.

Anxiety deadpanned.

"First off I don't lie, that's not my job - ah no, put your hand down", Thomas did as told, a small smirk playing at his lips, "my job is to find lies, and tell you possible outcomes, possible things that will or could happen, I do not lie"

The manifestor held up his hands in a placating gesture.

"Alright, say you're not a hypothetical liar-", Anxiety glared at him, "the niceness isn't you though"

The personality shrugged.

"I can be nice, but sarcasm and cynicism is just easier"

Thomas rolled his eyes and hit send.

"I'm not a liar, though, I just don't really do nice, that's Princey's thing"

"You sur-"

"Yes I'm sure", he hissed, "If anything, I'm honestly blunt-"

"Extremely blunt you mean, blunt until your borderline rude-"

"Eh", shrugged Anxiety, with a sly grin.

"Alright, Mr. Honesty, how come you're not this nice with the rest of us?"

"Cause first off, that was probably a twelve year old", Thomas gave an inclined nod, "and second..." the personality smirked, "where's the fun in that?"

The host groaned and threw one of his pillows at the other.

He caught it with ease.

"Hope you know, I'm holding on to this for a while, if you get sleepy, I'm not giving it back"

The manifestor shrugged.

"That's fine, I've got the other one", he then gestured to the computer, specifically his inbox, "you doing the next one?"

"Sure"

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They had split the amount of questions, Anxiety had long finished his final three, while he had just finished his last one.

He didn't even notice when the personality drifted off, the weight on only one side should have been an indication.

Anxiety was leaning with his head on Thomas' shoulder, calm shallow breaths, deeply asleep.

How he hadn't noticed was definitely anyone's guess because Thomas himself had no clue.

Gently he moved the other off him and onto the pillow he had playfully shot him with earlier.