why do i always have to do more?

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"When was the last time you weren't stressed, darling?" Wilbur asks, softly pressing his lips against Tommy's scalp.

Tommy doesn't breathe, just curling into Wilbur's chest as his shoulders hunch until they collide with his neck; he looks at his feet. It's- it's interesting to observe human behaviour, he's not trying to avoid the topic-he's not! It's cool to see how his feet that wear polka-dotted, herb-green socks are pressed under Wilbur's fuzzy, baby-blue, sheep-patterned own.

"Fuck you," Tommy mutters. "I can't- I don't know. My exams are coming up, though, it's normal for me to-"

"Exactly," Techno interrupts calmly, their eyes wearing some indescribable expression "You don't know. It's never normal for you to feel so stressed that you don't even remember the last time you were content."

"I am- I'm content." Tommy counters. "I am. I swear, I am."

Techno rolls his eyes. "Mhm? If you're so content," They gently brush their palm under Tommy's chin, curling their fingers around the boy's jaw. "-why are you so stressed?"</blockquote>Exams are coming soon, and Tommy has to overwork himself to pass or he won't be loved.<br />
Twinsduo says "fuck that."