cover art by snapp_art on twitter! go leave a follow, i will know if you dont : ) tommy henley is a storm. he's angry and aggressive, and loud and mean. that is, on the outside. phil watson has fostered and adopted two children before. he wasn't dumb. he could tell when a child was mad because the world was mean to him. when they were angry because the universe didn't seem to understand that he was just a kid doing his best. he can put up with a tantrum. he had two teenage boys. tommy being three. it wont be an easy endeavour. there'll be yelling. there'll be crying. panic attacks. tantrums. phil is determined to help tommy see that he isnt a storm. he's just a kid. a kid who has to deal with too much at too young an age. phil watson would be trying to do the seemingly impossible. pleasing this storm.

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //