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Their friends didn’t say anything, but the thought of anyone slipping up haunted him. Twitter would be at their throats.
“I’m just so scared that I’ll lose you, Toms. And I- I don’t like how attached I’ve become, because without you, it feels like the world is dull.” It was so much more than that.
It was a worry that what if Tommy didn’t actually love him? That he won’t miss Wilbur, that he’ll just miss this feeling. Why would he want Wil anyway? He was in the middle of nowhere, while Tommy was exactly what he wanted to be; that’s what he said. That he was happy. Did he feel happy while with him, did he still feel like he was flying when they held hands?
It was thoughts like these that overtook him, and made him unable to care for himself.
“You won’t ever get rid of me, Wil, nothing anyone can do will change how I feel about you. I love you.”
Wilbur sighed, leaning back on the couch, letting Tommy fully relax on him, sprawled like a cat in the sun. Warm like one, too.
“I hope it can be like this forever.”
“Me too, Toms,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss the blond’s forehead. “Me, too.”