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Phil was definitely acting strange.
Tommy is very much aware that he has a record of always being paranoid about the most idiotic shit and that all the things he usually worries about that normal kids don’t have to worry about are actually very stupid and about nonsense, but he swears Phil is hiding something from them.
And it’s not the same as the one time Phil hid the fact that they were going on a trip to the beach together, which didn’t take long for Wil to find out about and spoil the whole surprise. It’s also not the same as the time when Phil was disguising a normal trip to get ice cream to actually ask Tommy if he wanted to be the new addition to their weird, broken family (It was the best day of his life, he cried more that day than he’d like to admit).
Even though Phil had this nervousness following him as he talked to them, clearly hiding something from the three teens, it was a happy, exciting nervousness. It was the kind of nervous where Phil looked more like he wanted to talk about the surprise than lie about it for another day, fighting to hide the smile on his face as Wil and Tommy argue about wanting to know what he was hiding while Techno only complained about the amount of noise they’re making.
Now, the nervousness following the man is more scared, as if it’s not a surprise trip to some stupid place that Tommy has never visited before or an upcoming movie night. It’s as if he’s genuinely scared of Tommy or Wil or even Techno finding out about his little secret.
In some odd way, it reminds Tommy of one of his first houses. He was quite young, placed in a good house with sweet parents and a tolerable brother. They had that same nervousness following them a few days before they sent him back to the system, giving excuses of not being able to afford a second child.
Tommy can’t help that little tiny voice in his head whisper insecurities, telling him how Phil was going to leave him alone in the system again, just like every other person always did.
Tommy knows it’s stupid, he knows that he’s already adopted, he knows Wil got too attached to him for allowing Phil to let him leave, he knows that Phil wouldn’t even consider doing something like that. But who can be so sure that everything works out in the end? How can anyone believe that happily ever after does exist after you’ve been sent to hell and back?
He doesn’t know if he’s the only person who noticed the significant change in the older’s behavior. Neither Wil nor Techno have commented on the fact, and Tommy surely doesn’t want to tell Wil who’ll just go cry to Phil about him keeping secrets from them. Tommy needs to figure this entire thing out on his own.
If he’ll be sent back, he’d rather find out about it himself than having to hear it from Phil.
He doesn’t think he could handle getting such words coming from Phil’s mouth, not after he promised he would never send him back to that hell hole.
So he makes what he thinks is an amazing plan.
He steals his father’s phone.
When everyone was asleep, except for maybe Techno who seems like he never sleeps but doesn’t care about what Tommy does at 3 am, he sneaked out of his room and into Phil’s room. He knew exactly where to find his phone, exactly which plank made noise and which didn’t.
This sounded like a good idea at first, also the whole time he planned the robbery, but came to only awful results and heavy regret. He has to praise himself, because his very full proof plan which mostly rested on hoping that Phil and his brothers would sleep like a rock, worked out pretty well. The only thing he didn’t think about was Phil’s password.
What the password is of the other their phone is wasn’t really a subject that was spoken about at all honestly, since Phil made clear that everyone could keep their privacy and that no one needed to know something the other didn’t want to tell, unless it’s something dangerous or illegal.
Would Phil be dumb enough to use his own birthday as a password?
He quickly writes down the four numbers, stumbling over his fingers and pressing wrong numbers. It takes him a few times before he actually writes down the good numbers, opening the phone to be met with a picture of him, Phil, Techno, and Wil at the ice cream shop. Tommy has to stop himself from cringing at the smiles that were plastered on everyone’s face as they ate their ice cream.
Of course, Phil has such a dorky picture as background.
He ignores the picture, quickly going to his messages. The first names to pop up were Wil’s and Tommy’s, which didn’t surprise Tommy as he and Wil had been torturing Phil by sending him stupid memes the day before. Underneath his name was an unknown name staring back at him.
Kristin Rosales
The first weird thing about it is that Tommy’s pretty sure that Phil has never talked to a woman except for Puffy, which was only for business and to adopt that business (Tommy was business). Just the shock that Phil talked to some other woman made Tommy frown.
Something was definitely wrong.
He quickly reads through the text exchanged between the two.
Kristin Rosales
Maybe I would do your make up once and
then you’ll know what a hassle it really is
Phil Watson
I would probably look like one of
those fucked up Snapchat filters
Kristin Rosales
It would be funny though
They were definitely not doing anything business-related, or adoption-related, or sending him back related. This fact should’ve calmed Tommy down because at least he won’t be in any shitty houses anymore, but he feels himself only freaking out more and more every passing second.
They’re flirting with each other.
Everything seems to fall into its place, as a puzzle finally being completed, like a bird flying out of its nest. The nervousness, the way he always arrived home later, the way he would smile at his phone all lovingly, it all makes sense now.
Phil is in love.
Tommy can’t help the grin growing onto his face. This is perfect blackmail material. He could scam Phil for the rest of his life, he could get anything he wants, maybe that Kristin person knows how to get a girlfriend for him. This is amazing. He’ll bug Phil about this forever and he’ll never hear the end of it.
It doesn’t take long for his excitement to melt away in a sort of distrust and worry, a gut feeling that maybe this isn’t as good as he thinks. He can’t help that feeling in his chest, the dread pulling at some realizations. He has seen people fall in love. He has seen people in abusive relationships, too blinded by love to notice.
Kristin may seem like a nice person over text, but who knows what kind of a person she is in real life. What if she hurts Phil, what if she manipulates him into thinking that his children aren’t important enough for him? What if she would hurt Wil or Techno, what if she only wants to be with him because of money, what if, what if, what if …
What if that woman would ruin everything?
She could enter their lives, wreck all the walls they built, hurt them physically and mentally and leave an even more broken family behind to pick up the pieces. They have all dealt with abuse in the past, even if no one talks about it, and Tommy won’t let it happen a second time, not under his watch.
So Tommy does what he has to do, he doesn’t sleep that night nor does he come out of his room for the following day. He searches every single site he could, trying to find everything that the woman could be hiding from Phil.
Tommy almost gets frustrated at how a normal life the woman has. She’s a therapist with loving and encouraging parents and a kind smile. She could easily be described as the most basic person on earth. There’s nothing bad pointing back at her, no criminal record, no abusive relationships. She just looks too normal.
One positive, he found where she works, at some hospital he can’t recall knowing exactly. He could go there in disguise as a person in need of therapy (which is half-true) and he could question her about what she’s going to do to Phil and his family.
His first plan is to walk to the hospital until he sees that he has to walk for a solid 25 hours, which he doesn’t want to do. He knows he said that he wants to save his family, but he has limits.
He could take an uber, get there in a good two hours, be back before anyone noticed that he left. He could skip school, no one would notice.
He barely hears the knocking at his door until the door is slightly pushed open. Tommy looks back at Wil, tiredness tugging at the older’s eyes, looking at him with a concerned look. “Hey Toms,” He starts. The nickname usually gives him a warm feeling, but he can’t find it in himself to find comfort in the words. “Can I come in?”
It’s not as if Tommy could say no, it’s not as if he has the energy to deny and argue about leaving him alone. He solely nods. Wil gives him a tiny smile, closing the door behind him and sitting on his bed, legs crossed, as he looks at Tommy from the other side of the room.
“How have you been doing?” Wil asks.
“I’ve been good,” Tommy rasps, his sore throat protests as if he hasn’t talked in all days, nor drank any form of substance. In his defense, he did neither of those things so that might be one of the reasons why his voice is so fucked up.
“Toms,” Wil whispers, concern almost dripping from his face as he looks at Tommy as if he might break down crying any second. “Please don’t lie to me,”
He isn’t really lying now is he, he’s just telling half the truth. He might not feel so good about the whole Kristin situation, which he won’t involve Wil in because he will definitely snitch, but he’s doing fine.
But he needs to do this himself, Wil can’t know.
Tommy coughs the itch in his throat away, speaking up more clearly, “My throat hurts a bit, but nothing concerning,” Tommy ignores the disappointed but concerned face of Wil as he turns back to his computer, closing all the tabs that have any information about Kristin open.
“Anyway, I think I’m going to catch some sleep tonight, big man,” He closes his computer, making the room engulfed in darkness, only moonlight illuminating the room. He’s relieved that he isn’t able to see Wil’s face, only the general outline of his body. It makes it easier to hide his feelings in a way.
“Tommy, can you please look at me,” Wil orders, standing up from the bed so he’s fully faced at Tommy. Tommy doesn’t dare do anything but obey, looking at the figure towering above him. “I know that the past few weeks have been rough, I know that it hasn’t been easy. But locking yourself up in your room without eating isn’t going to help,” Wil begins, his face becoming clearer as his eyes get used to the darkness of his room. “Please just talk to me,”
And oh, Wilbur thought he was still thinking about the whole adoption thing. Wil cared enough that when he sees him staying in his room for one night that he gets concerned, he cares enough that he looks at Tommy as if he almost died.
Wilbur cares
The tears he was fighting against fell out of his eyes like a broken dam, a tiny choking sound escaping his lips as he’s immediately placed in a warm chest, long lanky arms holding him closer so he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to.
“It’s alright, just breath,” But it’s not alright, nothing is alright anymore. He’s too much of a bitch that he won’t allow Phil to be happy with the love of his life, he’s too selfish to give the man something after he gave him the world.
He’s selfish and only thinks about himself and his own feelings, fully ignoring how everyone else is feeling. He doesn’t know why they took him in, he doesn’t understand. They should’ve left him in the system, make him go somewhere where they put such an annoying child-like Tommy in its place.
He doesn’t deserve to be held with so much love and worry while he’s sobbing his heart out, choking on his own tears, listening to the whispered words of reassurance. It’s not fair, some kid who actually deserves it should be in Wil’s arms, having an older brother who actually loves him. He doesn’t deserve this.
Wil should let him go and send him back.
He doesn’t deserve this.
But Wil doesn’t let go, he keeps him close even after they ended up on the ground, even after Tommy’s cries lessened and after they fell asleep in the comfortable presence of each other arms. Wil keeps him safe and he worries and Tommy thinks that no one could break this family, that they’re too close, that they love each other too much.
He knows he’s lying to himself but he’s grasping at any hope he can find.
He’s asleep before he can comprehend the thought.
* * *
Tommy wakes in the exact same position on the ground as to where they fell asleep, still closely held into Wil’s arms, with the low light of a sunrise falling into the room. The pain has lessened in his chest, but he still doesn’t feel as reassured as he wants.
He knows he has to go now, or he won’t go at all.
He slowly entangles from the hug, wanting to scoff at Wil’s clinginess, hoping to not wake the older up from his sleep. He grabs his schoolbag, slowly taking all of his binders out and putting some random stuff in. He mostly grabs a sweater, some crackers, and some money, but he thinks he’ll be alright.
He opens his window, slowly lowering himself as far as possible before letting go and falling perhaps a bit clumsy on the ground. If anyone asked, he would blame the fact that he hadn’t slept the day before.
He doesn’t hesitate, he doesn’t look back, he just starts running in one direction, something inside him telling him that they’ll notice if he isn’t as far away as possible. He doesn’t want them to follow him, they’ll just ruin everything.
As he runs forward, the streets getting less and less familiar, he can’t help but chuckle at the situation. When he was finally adopted, he was so happy he never had to run away again, he never had to wonder what to do or where to go.
But here he is.
Tommy stops running, panting, and trying to take a breath as dizziness overtakes his senses for a good second. Fucking low blood pressure, always there to ruin his plans. He takes his phone, no messages yet, no calls. They must not know yet, which Tommy won’t complain about. The later they know, the further Tommy is.
He quickly calls an uber, trying not to think too much as he sits on a random bench, the cold morning air biting his nose. Regret starts to make his way into his chest, tugging at his heart. Maybe he shouldn’t be doing this, maybe he should stand up, walk back home saying that he needed to go on a walk.
What if they think he ran away for good, or what if they think he wants to commit suicide or something. He can still remember how Wil looked at him as if if he said the wrong thing, he would completely break Tommy.
But he needs to be sure, he’ll feel better if he knows for sure that Phil is safe with Kristin.
His phone blares the able sisters' music, scaring him out of his thoughts.
Tommy stares at Wil’s contact, not finding it in himself to make any move to answer the call. What if Wil’s angry at him, what if he’ll hurt Tommy.
The call ends, and Tommy quickly mutes his calls and messages. He’ll answer them later but he has more important things to do.
* * *
Wil noticed immediately when Tommy didn’t come downstairs for breakfast, even after the clock hit eleven. He doesn’t know if Phil or Techno noticed, but he felt his chest fill with concern. Wil noticed that Tommy had a difficult time adjusting to never having to worry again about being sent back because of the most stupid reason, so he immediately thought of the worst-case scenario possible.
Phil would’ve probably scolded him for the way he was thinking, but it’s not like he can control his thoughts.
As the day started blooming, there was still no sign of Tommy. The silence in the house hits harder than he would’ve expected.
He wanted to ask Phil about it, but he seemed too busy on something on his phone to even realize that there was something wrong.
Maybe he shouldn’t have demanded what was going on, maybe he should’ve been rational and not done it at 4 am, but give him a break. Maybe he shouldn’t have fallen asleep with a sobbing brother cradled close in his arms. He has a lot of regrets.
Waking up on the floor, only cold wind where Tommy was lying not even 5 hours ago, the window wide open, books all over his bed and backpack missing, isn’t something he wants to wake up to ago.
Tommy wouldn’t have run, he wouldn’t.
He immediately takes his phone, calling Tommy in a rush. He prays for Tommy to pick up the damn phone, hoping that he didn’t do what he thinks he did. The call eventually ended, making his heart stop. Fuck no. He tries to call again, but the call goes to voice mail immediately.
He quickly pushes himself up from the ground, almost running into the door as he quickly makes his way downstairs where Phil is sitting peacefully reading his book. There was no Tommy in sight. Phil looks up at the commotion that Wil makes as he stumbles downstairs. “Hey mate,” He greets. His smile quickly changes into one of concern as he looks at Wil.
“Is Tommy here?” Phil looks at him as if he’s grown a second head.
“What?”
“Did you see Tommy this morning, at all,”
“I didn’t, no,” Fuck, shit, fuck no “Wilbur, what’s going on?” The book is long forgotten on the table.
“Tommy isn’t in his room and the window is open and his backpack is gone and he isn’t answering my calls and I don’t know what’s going on but maybe something’s wrong and-,” Wil can feel the tears come up, making him stumble over his words as he says the rushed explanation.
Phil has engulfed him in a hug before he even realized he started rambling. Wil melts into the hug, tears falling from his cheeks. “We’ll find him, alright,”
* * *
The waiting room is empty, save from the creepy man on the painting, looking at him as if Tommy said a joke and he didn’t understand it but did laugh just to not make him feel bad. The painting made him stress more than the situation itself, which Tommy thinks is a bad thing since this is supposed to be a therapy office.
The painting isn’t even well made, it looks as if the paint could fall at any second and the man didn’t even look that much like a man. Tommy wouldn’t give more than 10 pounds for it if he was feeling generous.
He scuffs, looking at the locked door in front of him, the name that has been haunting his nightmares on the door. He’s been sitting here for longer than he’d like to admit, but he’ll sit here for as long as he needs to, even if he needs to wait all night for her.
As if on cue, the door opens, a 17-year-old who looked faintly familiar as if from a movie he saw at some point walks out, Kristin following behind him.
Tommy has to admit, the pictures don’t do the beautiful woman justice and he can understand what Phil sees in her.
She looks up surprised as she sees Tommy sitting in one of the chairs. Tommy did come unannounced. Tommy stands up as she says goodbye to the boy and turns her full attention to him. Tommy gives her an awkward smile.
“Hello, I don’t recall you having an appointment,”
“I don’t,” Tommy quickly says, “I don’t have an appointment, no,”
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to make an appointment. We can do it now if you’d like,” Tommy faintly wonders how she’d speak if she wasn’t at her job, which words she would say and which jokes she would make.
“I’m not here to get therapy,” He confesses before Kristin can walk into her office, she turns back to look at him again, “I’m here for something else,” A confused look crosses Kristin’s face. “I’m here because of Phil,”
She looks at him in surprise, not expecting to hear that name come up from a random person at her job. “Oh, uh,” She stutters, her stance flaring “We can talk about it inside,” She ushers, opening the door for him. Tommy does as she asks and walks inside, sitting on one of the available chairs.
Kristin walks inside, looking nothing like the professional look she had before, the same nervous energy following her.
She quickly takes a seat opposite Tommy. “So, uhm,” She begins, “What exactly is going on?”
Tommy tries to look as intimidating as possible, not really knowing if he’s succeeding in doing so. “I just wanted to say, that if you look at Phil, me, Wil, or Techno even slightly wrong, that you’ll regret ever meeting him,” Kristin looks at him in shock, taken aback by the harsh tone.
“I’ll not allow you to hurt my family in any shape or form. If you understand, and you can say for sure you’ll never lay one bad hand on any of us, I might reconsider you dating him,” Kristin looks almost scared, which means that she couldn’t see the nervousness still in his throat.
“Wait,” She begins, “Are you his kid?” She asks, understanding replacing fear. “You’re Tommy aren’t you?” How would she know that, did Phil tell her about them? Phil wouldn’t have told this person who he probably doesn’t know for that long about his children, would he really break that trust? Who even cares, too late now.
“No, I’m not,” He tried to defend himself.
“Oh my god, Tommy, I thought I was taken hostage or something,” She laughs, “You fucking scared me you moron,” Now Tommy was taken aback by her cursing. Could therapists even curse? Why is she talking as if they’ve been best friends for ten years? “Does Phil even know you’re here?”
No, he does not
“You didn’t answer my question,” Tommy says, avoiding her question.
“Well, I wouldn’t call it a question, but sure,” She jokes, Tommy doesn’t think it’s funny, “I would never, ever hurt you or Phil or your other brothers. I swear with my life, that I have zero intentions to do so and if I were to ever do it, you must know that it wasn’t on purpose and you can make my life living hell,” That makes Tommy relax slightly. Would he know how to make her life hell? No, but the threat is good enough. He’ll just send a moping Technoblade after her.
“Pinky promise?” He asks as he puts his pinky up, a small smirk forming.
“Pinky promise,” She hooks her own pinky with his. “Now my question, does Phil know you’re here?”
Tommy avoids her gaze, scratching at the back of his neck, “Well,”
Kristin’s phone goes off, scaring them both. Kristin doesn’t even look a second before looking at him with an accusing glare. “I may have forgotten that detail,” Tommy laughs nervously. Kristin sighs, picking up the phone and putting it on speaker.
“Hi, Phil,” Kristin greets. Tommy waves his arms, catching the older’s attention, signaling to not rat him out. “You don’t normally call me at this hour, you know I have work,”
“I’m sorry, Kristin, but something happened with Tommy so I won’t be able to make it there in time,” The smile forming on Kristin’s face just by hearing his father’s voice is enough to convince Tommy that Kristin wouldn’t hurt them.
“I appreciate that I’m worth more than the love of your life,” Tommy buts in, grinning at Kristin.
The call falls silent.
“Tommy?”
“Hi,” He says awkwardly, expecting a whole lecture right about now.
“Oh my god, Tommy, what the fuck,” Phil begins, worry almost dripping off his voice “I was worried sick, I thought you ran away and I didn’t know where you were and Wil was crying and panicking and I didn’t know where to search, oh my god. Where even are you?” He eventually asks between his rambling.
“He’s at my office,” Kristin explains, picking up the phone and motioning for him to follow her.
“What are you,”
“I don’t know, he just showed up,” Kristin interrupts him before he can finish, she walks out the door, locking it as Tommy takes over the phone. Tommy feels guilt building up in his chest. He should’ve just stayed at home, he shouldn’t have been this intrusive.
“I just didn’t want her to hurt us, dad, I’m sorry, I know I should’ve said something but,” Tommy sighs.
“Oh bud,” Phil sighs, a soft tone covering his concern, “She wouldn’t be able to, you’d all be there to protect me,” And maybe Phil is right, he would protect his family at all cost. “I’m driving over right now, alright, sit tight,”
“We’re coming to yours,” Kristin interrupts as she starts leading Tommy through the hospital hallways, “Now that I’ve met one of your boys, maybe I can meet the other two too,” Kristin shoots Tommy a grin, Tommy grins back.
“Oh, uh, okay, I’ll make dinner then,” Phil says, obviously not expecting the statement.
“Pizza is fine,”
“Okay, pizza it is,”
“We’ll be there in an hour or so,”
“Okay, yeah, everything will be ready,”
* * *
Wil can finally see their brick house. He’s out of breath, very thirsty, and very tired. Phil said he found Tommy or knows where he is, Wil doesn’t know, but he knows he very desperately needs to get home, as quickly as possible.
He thinks he’ll cradle Tommy in a hug and never ever let him go again.
He bursts into the house, Phil and Techno already sitting on the couch, no Tommy in sight. Did they lie? They must’ve lied because they said Tommy would be there but he’s nowhere in sight.
“Wilbur, please take a breath,” Wil doesn’t, because Tommy isn’t here. They said he was here. “Tommy is alright, just calm down,” Tommy’s alright, he’s fine, but where is he? Wil nods shakily, letting him be lead to the couch.
“Where’s Tommy,” He demands as he sits down. Phil sighs, rubbing at his face tiredly.
“He’ll be here in a few, I think,” Phil says, “He’s coming home with someone I trust,” Wil didn’t even know Phil knew anyone outside of his sons, he thought he was one of the most asocial bitches to exist.
“And who may that be?” Techno asks. Phil seems to hesitate, trying to find his words. Wil wonders what could be so bad that he was so nervous about whoever the person is.
The door opens before Phil can answer. Wil stands up immediately, running to the door. Tommy is there, standing with bags under his eyes, a small awkward smile covering his face as he waves slightly at Wil. Wil ignores the woman standing behind Tommy, cradling Tommy in his arms.
“Fuck, Tommy, you fucking scared me, oh god,” He can feel the tears fall, but he doesn’t care because Tommy is safe in his arms and that’s the only thing that matters. He’s safe, he’s home.
“I’m sorry,” Tommy whispers in his chest.
“No, no, no, I’m sorry alright, I shouldn’t have bothered you and I should’ve just left you alone and I’m so sorry Tommy,”
“I think it’s my fault, actually,” Phil interrupts the pair. Wil lets go of Tommy, looking back at his father who is now standing next to the woman. “Wilbur, Techno, this is Kristin. She’s my,” Phil hesitates, looking for the right word, “Girlfriend? Do you even say that at our age?” Kristin laughs and slaps his shoulder. “Tommy found out about it and she threatened her to not hurt us,”
Huh, that’s not at all what Wil expected.
Neither Techno nor Wilbur reacts, only looking at the woman who was Phil’s-- Girlfriend? This is way too confusing for Wilbur, can’t he just hold Tommy and forget about the world, god. “You’re dating?” Wil asks, looking between the two.
Phil nods, looking strained.
“So you got a girlfriend before me, without telling me?” Wil asks, he turns back to Tommy’s smiling demeanor “This is a new low for me,” Tommy bursts out in laughter, making Wil’s chest warm up. He doesn’t know what he’d do without him.
They stand up, Wil properly meeting with Kristin as Techno looks at the scene in front of him awkwardly.
* * *
“You’re messing up your suit,” Wil whisper from next to him. Tommy immediately let's go from the vest. It’s not his fault that it’s so hot. Who’s idea was it anyway to do it in the middle of summer, in the middle of the day, in the hot glaring sun with a black suit? They must be very stupid.
“When this is over, will you get me alcohol?” Tommy asks. Wil has to restrain himself from bursting out in laughter.
“I’m not buying you fucking alcohol, Tommy,” Wil is a fucking loser, Tommy decides. “Shut up now, it’s happening,” Tommy looks back at the end of the hallway, Kristin standing proudly in her white dress. Tommy grins, looking back at Phil who’s looking very nervous.
As Phil glances at Tommy, Tommy gives him a thumbs up with a bright smile, hoping to calm his nerves. Tommy has to admit, Kristin looks absolutely gorgeous and Tommy can’t wait for her to be officially his new mother.
“I think I’ll call her Mumza from now on,” Tommy whispers in Wil’s direction.
“You already call her Mumza, that’s nothing new,” Wil argues.
“But now it’ll be full-time Mumza calling,” Wil shakes his head, turning his attention back to the wedding. Tommy almost falls asleep halfway through it, only half catching the two people he thinks about as his family kisses. This is gross.
“MUMZA!!!” Tommy yells as he runs to Kristin, who’s talking to one of her friends or something else that Tommy doesn’t care about at all. “I’m calling you Mumza from now on, and you’ll have to live with it. It’ll be your eternal regret for ever falling in love with a Minecrafter,”
“I’d be very honored to be called Mumza, honestly. I don’t think that’s much of a bad thing,” Kristin argues, smiling widely.
“Cool, I need you like right this exact moment actually,” Tommy begins, grabbing her wrist and pulling her with him, “We’re doing the weird family picture tradition and since you’re family now you have to be in it,”
Kristin doesn’t answer him, but Tommy doesn’t mind. “DADZA,” Tommy yells, “I found Mumza,”
“Good job mate,” He smiles, “C’mon, we have to take pictures,”
There was probably not one good picture to be found between the mess of idiotic faces Tommy and Wil made, but no one minded.
“I love you all so much, do you know that?” Phil says.
“That’s very cringe,”
“Bruuhhhhh,”
“Love you too,”
“Bitch,”