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Tommy woke up that day feeling as though he hadn't slept in a week, even though he had gotten more sleep last night than he had in a few weeks. He had been spending far too many late nights scrolling through Twitter.
The nights were so peaceful and you couldn't really blame him. With no one but the moon and stars for company, it was almost romantic in a way. But he was regretting it. He glanced at his clock and saw that it was still fairly early, so he decided to sleep for a bit more.
It didn't really work, to be honest. He didn't return to the deep sleep, but rather the kind of sleep where he could hear every sound that was going on in the house.
His blankets were warm, but not the right kind of warm. He needed the warmth of people. The warmth of constant love.
Instead, all he had were his thicker blankets around him. He sighed. He really didn’t want to get up.
“Tommy? You've been asleep for a while, mate. You feeling okay?” Phil asked, opening his door just a crack.
Tommy slowly turned to the door.
“Yeah, I feel fine,” he lied.
He really didn't know why he lied, to be honest. He didn't want to do much.
“Really? ‘Cause you don't sound too good there, kiddo,” Phil said, stepping further into the room.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” Tommy insisted.
Phil didn't say anything. He just approached Tommy's bed and put a hand on his forehead.
“You don't feel warm,” he said, frowning.
“Told you,” Tommy slurred loudly.
“How about you stand up for me, buddy,” Phil said gently.
Tommy wanted to protest this, but he loved the way Phil’s voice seemed to hug him, so he stripped off his blankets and stood up.
The older man moved back towards the door and held out his hands.
“Come here for me?” he requested softly.
Tommy moved a few steps, noting how strange walking felt. He eventually made it to Phil’s arms and practically collapsed into them.
The man seemed to be expecting this because he caught Tommy and pulled him close to his chest, his wings surrounding them.
Tommy let out a relaxed sigh, melting into his adoptive father’s arms. This is what he wanted.
“Let's go downstairs, yeah?” Phil suggested, gently tugging him along.
“Mk,” Tomm slurred, not bothering to say real words.
Phil gently led him down the stairs where Tommy heard the sound of Wilbur and Techno arguing.
“Tommy’s sick,” the hybrid announced once they reached the bottom of the stairs.
He heard the sounds from the kitchen cease before footsteps thudded towards them.
“Awe, he's all clingy,” Wilbur cooed.
“‘m Not clingy,” Tommy mumbled into Phil’s chest.
”Sure you aren't,” Phil said fondly, running a hand through his blond curls.
Tommy simply snuggled further into his chest.
“Actually, Wilbur, would you mind taking the first watch over Tommy while I make breakfast?” Phil asked.
“It would be my pleasure. The little gremlin’s adorable when he's sick like this,” Wilbur said fondly.
Phil handed Tommy over and, cautiously getting his arms off him, successfully handed him off to Wilbur.
Wilbur held onto Tommy as he led them towards the couch. He arranged them so that Tommy was lying in front of him, on the edge of the couch, and his head nestled in Wilbur’s chest.
He stretched a blanket over them and Tommy fell asleep within minutes.
“He's really cute when he’s asleep,” Wilbur whispered, stroking his hair.
Techno hummed in agreeance, plopping himself on the other couch.
The twins sat there for a moment, just watching their brother sleep. Occasionally, he would make small noises, but Wilbur was always able to soothe him before it got too bad. After a while, Tommy flipped himself over so he was face to face with Wilbur’s chest and wrapped his long arms around him.
Wilbur cooed at that unable to keep the grin on his face after that.
It wasn't long until Wilbur started to feel tired himself since he was under a warm blanket with his baby brother's arms wrapped trustingly around him. He pulled the blanket tighter around them and drifted off to sleep.
Tommy woke up a bit later, feeling safe and warm for some unknown reason. He opened his eyes and realized he had fallen asleep on Wilbur's chest, he sighed contentedly. He was tempted to go back to sleep, but he was starving.
He carefully got up from the couch and rearranged the blanket so it covered Wilbur and went to the kitchen.
He found Phil stirring a pot of something, but it smelled really good.
“Hey, kiddo. How are you feeling?” Phil asked without turning around.
Tommy jumped not expecting to hear him before he walked closer.
“Hungry,” he admitted.
“Yeah, I bet. I'm making soup. It should be ready in a bit. Why do you sit down for a while?” Phil offered.
Tommy was more than willing to take his suggestion. He took a seat at the kitchen island and found a blanket folded up in his usual seat. He smiled as he pulled it over his shoulders.
A few minutes later, Phil placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of him.
He dug in carefully, trying to not burn his tongue, which happened anyway despite his best efforts.
Wilbur joined once he woke up and got some for himself. Tommy subtly moved his chair closer to Wilbur’s. He didn't want to be alone right now. He just needed someone to be around him.
Wilbur noticed this and threw his arm around Tommy's shoulder, trying not to make any noises when his baby brother leaned further into his side.
After lunch, Techno came in and dragged him back into the living room for a movie. He closed the curtains and got a few snacks and a few more thick blankets.
He originally sat Tommy next to him, but it didn't take long for Tommy to lie down with his head in Techno’s lap. Techno ended up playing with his hair while the movie played.
Tommy loved this movie but was unable to keep his eyes from closing. Techno’s fingers ran gently through the blonde curls wasn't helping his mission to stay awake.
In the end, he succumbed to sleep and dreamed of warm fires and sweet smiles.
At some point, he felt himself being lifted up from the couch and carried somewhere, but he didn't really care.
He was placed down on a surface and heard whoever had carried him walk away. He subconsciously reached out his hand and grabbed onto something.
“Did you want me to stay with you, buddy?” a soft voice asked him.
In response, Tommy tugged at whatever he had grabbed onto and let out a small whine.
He felt the person move him further against the wall and sleep beside him. He was pulled closer to the person, his face in his chest.
He made a small noise and snuggled into the bed, finally falling asleep.