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Tommy watched Tubbo work away, observing his every move. In the past few days leading up to the war, Tubbo had been in L’Manberg less and less, concerning them all. Wilbur had asked Tommy to keep an eye on the older teen, figuring it wouldn’t be as suspicious as if Fundy or Eret did it.
“Whatcha up to, Tubbo?” he asked as the shorter brunette worked.
“Oh I’m just,” Tubbo cleared his throat, and although Tommy couldn’t see Tubbo’s face he could hear his voice tremble a bit. “I’m making a map. To, y’know, put on my wall.” Tommy glanced at his friend’s back with concern.
“Tubbo? You sound like shit. Did you sleep at all last night? Look at me,” Tommy paused and rolled his eyes upon seeing his friend freeze. “Or don’t, I guess. You’ve been taking care of yourself, right?” Tubbo shook his head, sounding too tired and sad for his own good as he said,
“I’ve been pulling all-nighters to prepare for the war. I- I’ll be fine, Tommy, you should go talk to Wilbur or something.” The blond stared at his friend’s hunched over back, noting how his hands were clenched on the edge of the cartography table, deciding that it called for an intervention.
“Alright Tubbo, that's enough. I, TommyInnit, as the strongest man on the server, have a duty to take care of all my fucking stupid-ass friends. Especially you, since you’re the stupidest,” Tommy laughed a bit at his joke before noticing Tubbo wasn’t joining, and coughing awkwardly. “Anyway, this is an intervention, since I am the best friend anyone could ask for. C’mon, let’s go to your house, you need slee- what the fuck?” The taller boy had tried grabbing Tubbo’s arm, but he had flinched away and smacked Tommy’s hand, giving him a deadly glare.
“You don't understand, Tommy, I have to do this, this is important, I’m sorry but please go see Wilbur.”
Tommy just nodded dumbly at his friend, still processing the fact that his best friend had just smacked him while he was trying to be nice. How ungrateful, he thought, though he knew he was just butthurt over his kindness being turned down. Grumbling to himself, Tommy left Tubbo’s house and headed back to his house, the embassy if you would, sulking confusedly.
Pouting in his private quarters, he sat contemplating what he had done to deserve being treated like that, coming up empty. Other than the usual insults and jokes, he hadn’t done anything super cancellable, making him even more confused which made him sulk even more. About half an hour later, all his brain power used up, Wilbur walked into the room.
“Tommy, where’ve you been? I’ve searched for a while,” Wilbur trailed off after noticing that the blond wasn’t paying attention. “Why are you just sat there sulking? Are you okay?”
“No, no, it’s just that clingy bastard Tubbo smacked me while I was trying to be nice. I mean, who the fuck does that?! Made me sign a friendship contract so he’s my only friend then he goes and fuckin’ stabs me in the back like that. ME! TommyInnit! Who does that?! What a dipshit.” Wilbur stared at him with his brows furrowed for a moment, trying to process anything Tommy just said, to no avail. “What? Why’re you staring at me like that? I just said Tubbo fuckin’ smacked me and you don’t react at all? What kinda ‘general’ are you, Jesus!” Wilbur’s eyes widened.
“Tubbo smacked you? Why?”
Tommy shrugged, a bit quieter as he said, "I dunno, I was trying to make him sleep. He said he stayed up all night preparing for the war… ‘M worried about him, Will, but don’t tell him that ‘cause he’ll probably just be more fuckin’ clingy than he already is. He’s my best friend, you know.” Wilbur nodded in understanding, patting Tommy on the shoulder.
“You… you stay here and calm down, stop shouting about it. I’ll go talk to him.” Tommy raised an eyebrow but shrugged, knowing that Wilbur knew that he was just going to follow him anyway. As the taller man walked away, the teen contemplated getting armor from his chest, before deciding against it and opting to just sneak around behind Will so as to not be seen. Sneaking around behind Wilbur, they walked all the way to Tubbo’s place. Tommy crouched outside one of the windows to eavesdrop - no, educate himself by listening in - on what Wilbur was talking to the shorter boy about.
“Hey, Tubbo,” Wilbur started, looking slightly unsure about what he wanted to say. “How has your day been?”
“I’ve been better, a little bit pissy today, y’know? Lack of sleep and all. How about you?” Tubbo seemed to give his full attention to their leader, making Tommy pout angrily again. Tubbo was his best friend, not Wilbur’s, he thought to himself.
“I’m good, why haven’t you slept yet? I… Tommy told me that you pulled an all-nighter to prepare for the war?” At these words, Tubbo turned away from Wilbur, frowning slightly with his eyebrows furrowed. Tommy couldn’t tell if it was because he told Will about the all-nighter(s) or if it was just the fact Wilbur mentioned him at all. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. “Tubbo, is it true that you smacked Tommy?”
Although he was hardening his expression even further, Tommy couldn’t help but notice how sad his friend looked, his eyes holding what could only be read as guilt and shame.
“Wilbur. Why the fuck are you so concerned? Everyone seems to be on my case today and for what? You really need to listen to me, because I mean this: I’m OKAY. Stop bothering me now please. I’m not a kid anymore and I can handle myself fine. It’s kind of annoying how everyone’s been bothering me, now I would like to spend time with my bees ALONE, thanks. Please leave.”
Will seemed taken aback at Tubbo’s rant, Tommy noted. He wasn’t as much because his friend always did that when he was tired. Though, usually they weren’t that lengthy. “Fine then. If you don’t want to talk about your feelings like a bitchboy, that’s totally fine. When you’ve manned up enough to be mature enough, come talk to me. Now, I believe this conversation is over.” With that, the tall brunette straightened himself up and started walking towards the door, only to be stopped by Tubbo wrapping his arms around his waist, looking like he was going to sob.
“Will, I’m sorry, this whole thing has been so stressful on me… I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’m so sorry, please forgive me…” Wilbur nodded at the shorter boy, smiling softly as he hugged him back and patting his head. The blond boy watching from the window scrunched his nose at his two friends, finding their show of affection disgusting, though if you asked him he would deny the small smile that definitely popped up on his face.
The moment ended soon enough and Wilbur took his leave, dragging Tommy with him as he walked past his hiding place, walking back on the wooden path that led back to Tommy’s house. On the way back, the blond teen came to three conclusions:
1: He would most definitely be ignoring Tubbo tomorrow. The bitch deserved it
2: Tubbo would have to work for his right to friendship back with TommyInnit
and 3: He fucking needed a nap. Badly.
So he did exactly that, falling asleep almost immediately after his back hit his mattress, dreaming about dogs and good-ass music