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The sound of booming explosions and pitched screams pierced his ears, spurring him awake. Opening his eyes and looking around groggily, Tommy took in his pitch-black surroundings. The feeling of stone pressed against his back uncomfortably, digging into his skin and causing pinpricks of pain. He could vaguely see the outline of the hollow, putting his hands on the wall behind him and only slightly wincing at the sting in his knees.
As he pushes his hands against the cold stone, he begins running his hands along the walls around him. He notices that, despite them all being stone, the space doesn’t feel near big enough to be a natural cave. The echo of distant laughter drew him from his exploration and he moved closer to the wall he heard it from most clearly. It drew closer and he moved away upon hearing the sound of something hitting against the rock surrounding him. He silently hoped that crouching in the dark corner whatever, or whoever , it was wouldn't see him.
The person he sees makes him freeze up. A brown trenchcoat with singed edges adorning him, and fluffy brown hair matted on his head, covered in a layer of dust. Tommy’s wide eyes travel from the brunette to the hole he’d come from, and he held his breath.
Wilbur walked past, missing him entirely, and now that he could see the room he was even more confused. He crouched and shuffled slowly to the hole he'd seen Wilbur enter the space from, quietly rushing up the hastily made staircase. He makes it above ground but freezes.
Lmanberg stared back at him. Not the new one Tubbo made, with spruce bridges connecting houses and flags hung on every pillar, not the crater that'd been overgrown with flowering plants for weeks- no.
This is L’manberg.
The L’manberg of his childhood.
The L’manberg he’d lived in and fought for for years.
He stands in shock until an arrow whizzes by, almost catching his shoulder. He sees smoke everywhere. The air around him is turning grey.
"What the fuck." he breathed out, looking back to the hole he'd come from. It was in the same state...room intact, was this...what was this? There was a very unexploded button room, an even more unexploded l'manberg, and a younger-looking Wilbur, who was missing the obvious white stripe he'd grown used to.
"Where the fuck am I…" He murmured. It wasn't a question, he had a pretty good idea. Limbo . His suspicions seemed to be confirmed when he caught sight of Tubbo, running towards the nation he'd seen be destroyed, with far fewer scars than Tommy remembered.
He thinks he must have a pretty shit memory though, because after a few minutes of standing there and trying to process what he was seeing, the sound of countless explosions reach his ears and force his eyes shut before he opens them to a more familiar sight. The place he'd just seen is gone, and a crater is taking its place. Any and all noise evaded him as his ears rang, and he felt lightheaded before falling over and losing consciousness.
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Tommy jolted awake and opened his eyes yet again to darkness, feeling the stone against his back once more and moving to the same corner of the room he'd sat in just minutes ago. An echo of laughter reached him once more and he winced. This must be his afterlife. Is he destined to watch everything he loved be taken over and over forever? It sure sounded like his personal hell. The blond considered it, before hearing the same sound of stone breaking and seeing the same brown trench coat come into view. Blinking back to the present, Tommy took a breath before standing up.
"Wilbur?" He whispered hesitantly. His voice was heard apparently, and the older turned to him in surprise.
"Tommy?" The other questioned. He seemed startled but composed himself, glancing back at the button on the wall.
"This isn't what it-"
"No, I think this is exactly what it looks like." Tommy cut him off. Wilbur swallowed nervously.
"Ok, I will admit....do you know what this button does?" Wilbur asked. Tommy felt a pit form in his stomach at the familiarity of the words.
"Yeah, yeah I do.” He pauses, taking a small shaky breath “and I think you know just as well as I do that pressing it won't do any good." Tommy pushes, knowing it was only a matter of time before Phil showed up, and if that happened Wilbur would probably just end up doing the same thing but with the added bonus of Tommy there to bear witness to everything.
Wilbur sighs, "Tommy..."
"No." Tommy interrupted, "I'm not just gonna let you destroy something we've fought so hard for. Something I’ve fought so hard for. You just, you don't- you don’t wanna deal with the consequences of your actions! You just want to get rid of them!"
Wilbur sighs and walks towards him.
"Tommy," he began, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I can't just let you end all of this because you want to fuckin' get back at Schlatt, Wil please-" He begged, watching Wilbur walk away but not trying to pull him back.
"Tommy, there was a saying,”
“ Wil. ”
“-by a traitor..." Wilbur sighed.
"Wil, please don't ," Tommy pleaded.
".....it was never meant to be." He pressed the button with his hand still in a fist and Tommy shielded himself with his arms. TNT exploded before him, but when he opened his eyes Wilbur was gone.
"Wilbur?" He asked smoke still covering his vision. The smoke began clearing and he saw a crowd of people, most looking down in what seemed to be shock as others continued fighting. He moved forward and looked down to see Wilbur lying on the stone below him. Then he disappeared, only leaving his trench coat behind.
[ Wilbur Soot hit the ground too hard]
"Wilbur..." he muttered. He moved to the side of the opening in an attempt to get down to where he'd seen Wilbur, but the ground below him cracked, before breaking and sending him towards the newly destroyed stone below.
[ Tommyinnit hit the ground too hard]
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Darkness blinded him once again and, after failing to blink away the darkness, he walked over to where he knew the stone would soon break. It did, and the face he saw was the same dust-covered one he expected. He paid no mind to the somewhat shocked expression Wilbur was wearing, but just sighed and walked by him, moving to the shoddy staircase. Wilbur blinked away his confusion at seeing Tommy there, walking past him and into the room before covering the entrance in stone once more. Tommy sat down in the small hall leading to the room, looking at the wall and waiting.
"Tommy?" He heard someone ask, looking up to meet their eyes.
"Phil, do me a favor and don't stab him. I get that he shouldn't do what he's about to but at least let him try to fix it after?"
Phil looked at him, his face a mixture of confusion and concern.
"Stab who-" His sentence was cut off by the sound of multiple explosions, dirt falling from the low ceiling above them. The stone previously placed by Wilbur covering the room fell and the light shone through the tiny passage. Phil rushed past and into the room only to pause at the sight of a giant hole where there previously was none. Tommy walked towards it as well, though reluctantly. The sight of the room looked the same as the last time, though this time Wilbur was sitting in the corner of the room, hands in his hair and staring at the ground.
Phil was quick to go over to Wilbur, dropping his sword onto the ground with a dull thud . He began talking, but Tommy wasn't listening to him, rather he was focusing his attention on the group of people he was once allied with staring at the three. Phil was next to him now asking for something, a healing potion maybe? But the sound of a wet cough stopped him.
They both looked to where Wilbur had just been, and he was still there, just with Phil’s sword and the blade through his chest.
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Yet again, Tommy awoke to pitch black, feeling what he was sure were tears burning his eyes.
How long would he be here for? Repeating the same thing over and over? He doesn’t even bother to listen for the sound of a pickaxe against the stone. He simply lifts himself up, walks over to where he knows the button is, and reaches out. Even if he can't save l'manberg, he can save Wilbur, and that would be enough for him. He pushed it.
Tommy hears the hiss of TNT and is pushed back by the force of the blast. His chest burns with a pain he assumes is from the force of landing against the hard ground. The teen stays where he landed, staring at the opening in the wall once again. His ears are ringing but he can make out the sound of Wilbur yelling his name and turns to look at him. He looked confused, as Tommy expected, but also...sad. Was Wilbur crying? Tommy thought so, but he didn't understand why. Wilbur did this. He planned to do this. Why was it any different if Tommy did it instead?
"Tommy it's gonna be fine, Phil’s getting healing and regen!" Wilbur rushed out, Tommy just furrowed his eyebrows and looked down to where Wilbur was staring.
Oh. Oh Shit .
Now he understood why Wilbur was crying. His entire torso was burned and a section near his left side looked like the blast and/or impact had taken out a large section of his chest, blood covering the wound and pooling on the ground beneath him.
"Wil?" He questions, his vision blurring and he feels his mind going blank with every second that passes. His brain can barely process the sound of Wilbur's voice. Everything fades together and he doesn’t even try to stop the void from consuming him once again.
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It continues.
Time and time again he does everything he thinks can prevent the terrible fate he knew would continue to befall his home. He can't save either of them, not l'manberg nor Wilbur. But he can't walk away either, so he’s started just sitting outside the room and trying to distract himself.
He tried going to his house once but there wasn't enough time.
He gotten to talk to Tubbo once and managed to hold a albeit short conversation with him despite the war going on.
He made it all the way to Nikki's bakery at some point, but then it all faded once more.
Another time he left a book and quill with a short message written, but as expected it was gone the next time he came back.
He tried destroying the button, but Wilbur just broke the block it had been on and used flint and steel instead.
Eventually, he just sat in that same corner of the room he'd kept appearing in, crying and waiting for it to end. It never did. Eventually, he stopped trying anything in hopes it would just end if he waited it out. He sat, there watching Wilbur and Phil have the same conversation over, and over, and over again.
He’s just sitting in the same corner now, letting himself sob, waiting out what he really hopes is a nightmare. A really, really bad nightmare. Or perhaps it is a purgatory that will never end. His shirt is spotted with darkened spots from tears, again not bothering to listen to the sound of stone breaking. Footsteps tread lightly across the room and to the wall in front of him, stopping before they could reach it.
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Wilbur paused, looking away from the button he'd been about to press and to the sound of muffled sobs. In the corner of the room was a silhouette of a person, curled up with their knees to their chest. Dust and dirt sprinkled on their blond hair.
"Tommy?" He questioned confused. Why was Tommy crying in the room with the....oh. Right. Tommy must know what he was doing with the button. That made sense as to why he was crying at least.
The blond didn't seem to hear him, only continuing to let out his feelings of hopelessness through salty water leaking from his eyes. In reality, Tommy did hear him, but the teen just wanted a chance to sit and cry. As far as he’s aware, he’ll be stuck suffering with this for all eternity.
He’s so done with this stupid loop, repeating the part of his life that set everything on a course of being nothing but trauma-filled moments and happiness stripped away, when rarely given. Wilbur walked to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, noticing him flinch minutely.
This was unusual to Wilbur, who knew Tommy to never shy away from physical contact, but it was normal to Tommy. Normally he would back away from touch, and on the rare occasion he didn't, he'd flinch and freeze up.
"Tommy I'm...I'm sorry you have to see this but it, it has to be done." He stuttered out, Tommy not seeming to even hear him. He seemed completely zoned out, not hearing or seeing anything. His breathing was picking up slightly, but he didn’t seem to notice that either. Wilbur, on the other hand, did notice, and moved to sit beside the blond. Wilbur moved a hand to touch his hair, combing his fingers through it.
"Tommy, I need you to listen to me." The country isn't going anywhere yet, he can take care of that after calming down Tommy. "I know you probably can't tell what's happening but I need you to try to listen to my voice, okay?" He got no response but continued anyway. "I need you to feel my pulse. Just try your best to focus on it and just match your breathing with mine. It's okay if you can't, just try your best." He spoke.
He sat with Tommy's hand on his chest, waiting and hoping that something about his breathing would improve, or at least change so he knew the boy was aware enough to hear him talking. He waited a few minutes, watching his face for changes, and not noticing the younger's hand moving until he felt something brush against his face. Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and just waited. When he opened them again he smiled, Tommy's face had raised to look past him, a far-off gaze clouded by tears still resting on his eyelashes. He opened his mouth and exhaled, swallowing nervously and moving his gaze to Wilbur. He opened his mouth again, trying to form words, all that came out being a muttered "Wilbur?"
The older smiled and moved forward to hug his brother.
"Yeah, it's me, Toms." He moved his hand to be on the other's face, cupping his cheeks and sighing. Tommy blinked a few times, starting to cry again but managing to speak.
"I've been here so long Wil. I'm so fucking done, can you just do it? I want this to end I can't fucking do this again it's been so long and I just wanna be done, why can't it just be done Wil?" He rambled on, breaths picking up again. Wilbur sat confused.
"Tommy, what the fuck are you on about?" He asked finally. Tommy stopped rambling for a moment but let out a short laugh and started again just as quickly.
"You won't remember this anyway. Why am I even trying at this point? It's not like anything I do is gonna matter and I’m guessing this was someone's shit attempt to make me understand that this just had to happen, I get it, okay? Just let me leave now. Please, can I leave now? Please?" Tommy continued to mutter unintelligibly. Wilbur moved his hand to his chest again, trying to keep him focused on his heartbeat and prevent him from..whatever had just happened.
"Tommy, I need you to focus on me. We don't have to talk about...whatever is going on, I just need you to tell me what's going on so I can help." He reasoned, Tommy, upon hearing this, laughed lightly, looking to the ceiling solemnly before looking back to Wilbur.
"Unless you know how to fuckin’...leave limbo? No. You can't help me. Just push the button so I can have a few minutes to sit in silence before this repeats." Wilbur's face scrunched up, and his brain was working to understand the information it had been given. Limbo?
"Tommy, you're still not explaining anything, I'm even more confused now," Wilbur said, holding the teens hand in what he hopes is a comforting way.
Tommy sighed again, "Wilbur," he began, "I've been here more times than I can count. I've seen what happens when you push that button and, trust me, it's nothing good.” Tommy paused, “ Actually, I haven't tried this yet. " He mumbled.
“Tommy,” Wilbur began, “Tell me what you mean, I’m just more confused now.” He asked. Tommy breathed in shakily.
“I- You died.” He said. Wilbur’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Okay, I know that.”
Tommy shook his head. “No, You died again Wil. For the final time.”
Wilbur's eyes widened, a blank expression settling on his face. “How?” He asked quietly. Tommy thought back to fluffy white clouds. To a dark sky and a setting sun.
“How…how isn’t important. I just know that I’ve seen this…too many times.” He stuttered out.
Wilbur nodded slowly. “Alright then, tell me about it. We’ve got time.”
Tommy tried not to laugh at the absurdity of that statement, taking a moment before deciding ‘fuck it’ .
He talked about how he'd woken up in this room what was probably hundreds of times now, and how It'd all blown up the same amount of times. A never-ending death loop.
He talked about how he'd destroyed the button and it didn't do anything but delay Wilbur's death by a mere few seconds, and how he'd tried once getting people to remember what he'd been seeing for who knows how long. Wilbur was listening intently, forcing down his voice so as to not interrupt the other.
When Tommy finished talking about only the fifth, he moved forward to hug the blond. His face held a pained expression. Deaths he couldn't remember, his own and others, and countless times exploding the nation they’d built.
He’d barely heard any of it.
He didn’t think he could hear anymore.
"Toms, I'm, I'm still having trouble understanding what you’re telling me, but I'm so sorry.." The teen gave a short nod. His eyes looked dull , the vibrant blue Wilbur had seen only an hour prior gone, replaced by a muted teal that looked more like grey than anything else. Now that he took in Tomm’y appearance, the kid looked awful. Rips littered his tattered clothes, a few bigger ones covered up by patches sewn over them.
The boy looked...well to be blunt he looked awful. "You sure look like you've been to hell and back, how much from the other times caused lasting damage?" He asked, trying to keep his tone light. Tommy's gaze shifted to the floor, trying not to appear hesitant as he shook his head.
“I don't think anything has yet.” Wilbur grew more concerned at that, noting the number of dark bruises...everywhere. Thankfully for Tommy, most of the injuries weren't currently visible, save for a few on his arms that were a very dark purple. Tommy knew where those were from, but he was trying not to think about it. Wilbur simply sighed and moved to lean his hand against the wall, pushing himself to stand and walk toward the button. Tommy looked to where he was going and shoved himself further into the corner, the stone jutting out from the wall poking into his back once more. He shouldn’t care though. It didn’t matter.
After Wilbur pushed that button he'd go back again. Once more he'd be stuck in the endless loop of seeing everything destroyed.
He put his head on his knees and cried again, not caring because deep down he knew no matter what he told them, Wilbur, Phil, anyone, nothing would prevent this.
Wilbur grabbed the button, not pushing it but pulling it out of the wall, severing the connection between it and the TNT on the opposite side. He broke the stone and replaced it with a spare piece of obsidian he had on him, turning back to see Tommy once again crying and pulling on his hair like it was burning him. He walked over putting his hand on the younger's shoulder.
“Tommy, can you please look at me?” After a moment Tommy glanced up hesitantly, looking behind Wilbur and expecting to see a giant crater he was used to seeing by now. Instead, he saw the same stone wall, save for a piece of obsidian in the middle where the button had been previously.
He sits next to Tommy once again, who has an expression he hadn't anticipated.
He looks relieved, but it seems like bittersweet relief. Though Wilbur guesses, to his credit, he was expecting Wilbur to destroy the only place he could call home and feel safe in currently.
They sit there for what feels like hours, the sound of swords clashing and shouting above acting as background noise.
Tommy almost falls asleep, leaning his head on the older's shoulder as his eyes slip shut a few times. He felt content to sit there in peace and enjoy this one moment before anything else happened.
The sound of light footsteps broke the moment. Tommy assumed it was Phil, and he was honestly a bit mad that he went through all this just to have to repeat everything. He'd have to try doing this again but quicker so he could enjoy that peaceful moment again. It was weird how Wilbur had broken the button though, nothing like that had happened before this time.
As he expected Phil appeared in the door to the small room and looked around, eyes landing on them in confusion and concern. Mainly confusion though. Phil doesn't care , Tommy thinks, he's just gonna kill Wilbur and everything will repeat . Wilbur seems to notice him there too and moves himself to shield Tommy, but Tommy knows what Phil is planning on doing. He pushes his way in front of Wilbur, facing the brunette and turning his back on the winged man.
He locked eyes with Wilbur, who looked very confused, and the brunette mouthed, 'What are you doing?' before Tommy gave him a blank look and he remembered Tommy stating that without fail, even on the rare occasion that Wilbur didn’t push the button, he still died. Either Phil would kill him or he'd kill himself with the sword he got from Phil.
To put it simply, Tommy was more than determined to keep Wilbur and Phil separated at all costs. Maybe he could try leaving with WIlbur? He hadn't been able to try that yet and he always went back after WIlbur died. Maybe if he left with his brother he could stay here for a while?
Before he could feel the inevitable pain in his upper half, of a sword piercing his diaphragm, a blade making a direct path through him, he felt arms around his back, Wilbur now hugging his front.
"Tommy, it's fine, he isn't gonna do anything, we're okay.” Wilbur whispered. Tommy shook his head.
"Wil you haven't seen it, there's nothing that stops it unless I die first you’re gonna die and it's all gonna repeat again and again and-" Wilbur put a hand over his mouth a sighed.
“Tommy, You can stand in front to…protect me, if you'd like, but can we please at least talk to him?" Wilbur whispered again. Tommy looked to the side before nodding, and Wilbur pulled his hand away.
"Fine," Tommy started "but can we go somewhere else? He stated. ‘ If you stay here you'll die quicker.’ He thought.
Wilbur gave him a soft smile. "Of course."
He stood slowly, Tommy standing with him, arms still locked around the taller’s torso. He tuned out Phil and Wilbur's conversation thinking back on everything he's done thus far this time, trying to keep everything in mind for when this loops again. He heard the words Cabin and Far, so he assumed they were talking about the cabin they lived in before coming to the SMP, but to get there is a long journey. Though, that would give him a lot more time to be in this loop. He should really keep track of how many times he's been here. this could be set to happen 500 and he's on 499, in which case he'd have one loop left till he could go back home. How did he get here anyway?
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Tommy came back to reality for a moment abandoning this thought process. He was no longer in the button room, but outside and looking at a very not blown up l'manberg. He also noticed he was being carried by none other than WIlbur, and that they were following Phil, who seemed to be walking very fast for some reason. They were also talking.
' Must've dozed off. ' he thought.
"Wil, they're not even paying attention to anything but the fighting, is it really nessasary to move so quickly?" Phil spoke in a hushed whisper, turning back to him as Wilbur shot him a look.
"Yes, Phil, we need to leave without being seen, because right now everyone fighting is wondering where the hell Tommy and I are. The person leading them and his right-hand man just disappear right after a massive fight breaks out? What do you imagine they'll think if they see me carrying Tommy off the battlefield, looking injured, in the opposite direction of the medical supplies?"
"Alright mate, fair enough. We won't be there for a while though, you know how long the trip is."
"Can't you fly?"
"Oh, yeah we could do that."
Tommy blinked a few times confused. "No we can't?" He spoke out, voice cracking and throat constricting causing him to cough, alerting him of how dehydrated he was. Wilbur looked down and raised an eyebrow at him, "Why not Toms?"
"What do you mean 'why not'?" Tommy asks, "Phil can't fly anymore Wil, you have memory loss in this loop or something? Don't go taking after Ranboo, that wouldn't end well." He chuckled darkly at the end of the last sentence, pausing before entering a coughing fit again. Man, he needed some water. Wilbur and Phil were standing still as before, both confused and even more concerned than before.
Wilbur's best guess was that Tommy was having a...really bad nightmare before waking up in that room, or it was a trauma response of some kind, The fact that he'd had those before made Wilbur feel even worse because he was in charge of looking after Tommy and if the teen was having a trauma response upon seeing a button of all things, he'd very clearly failed as a brother, in more ways than one. Now he was starting to think about everything Tommy had said in his panicked state. He was only agreeing in the moment in an attempt to make his brother panic less. Even though at the time it sounded...insane, to say the least, he didn't think anything they'd been through in the past few months sounded real, so he didn't even know if he should consider the teen had been lying or dazed at that time anymore.
Phil just silently removed the cloak concealing the sight of his wigs, turning to Wilbur but not missing for a second the way Tommy's eyes lit up.
He looked the way you would after seeing a friend you thought had died, which was even more worrying. He attempted a small smile, Wilbur also smiling gently at the boy whose face was practically glowing as he pushed away from Wilbur's hold, placing his feet on the ground and reaching out a hesitant hand to the undamaged appendages.
When he reached out Wilbur noticed he was wearing a glove of some kind that was covering two of his fingers, but didn't think it important and just watched him with a fond look as he gently run his hand over the wing. Phil was doing the same, keeping his wings still so as to not interrupt the moment, when the sound of yelling was heard from afar. It knocked Tommy out of his trance and he glanced around, eyes dilating upon hearing explosions coming closer.
Phil and Wilbur both looked at each other.
“We need to leave, now.” Phil turned and Wilbur grabbed Tommy, almost knocking Phil over with the force he used to get on his back. For all the youngest jokes about him being old, Tommy knew Phil was actually pretty strong. He launched himself into the air with enough force to get off the ground and halfway to the tree line. Despite the wonder on Tommy's face, he was still scared of where the explosion had come from. 'Did someone else blow up l'manberg?'
"Toms, you okay?" Wilbur asked, drawing him out of his spiral. He turned his head slightly to meet the other's eyes.
"Y..yeah?" He replied. Wilbur shot him a look.
"It's okay if you're upset, a lot just happened back there. We'll talk about it when we get back to Phil's place, yeah?"
"But we can't go there!" He rushed out. Wilbur wasn't even sure he wanted to ask what Tommy's reason for not wanting to go to their father's house could be. Especially after everything he'd been mumbling about TNT. Not to mention Wilbur dying right in front of him, which he was gonna prevent from happening at all costs after seeing the state his brother had been, and still is, in.
"Tommy, where do you wanna go then? We can't go back to L'manberg, if you don't wanna go to Phil's house where do you think we should go?" He asked it not in an angry tone, but the kind you would use with a child. Tommy didn't seem to hear a difference, looking down at the ends of his coat’s sleeves, a coat Wilbur was just realizing he'd never seen before. It looked well worn, a bit of dirt and fur from something in little patches on the front. Wilbur knew Tommy had taken an interest in sewing after learning from Nikki, back when they first made their uniforms and flags, but he hadn't seen Tommy sew anything since a few months ago. They didn't exactly have the materials or time to do anything that wasn't keeping tabs on Schlatt or planning the revolution they were currently flying away from.
"Tommy, we don't have anywhere else to go-"
"I wanna go home." He said, louder than all the other times he's spoken since Wilbur found him. Wilbur gave him a sad look.
"Tommy," He started, "We can't go to your house. It is made of dirt, way too small, doesn’t have any of the supplies we need, and it's much too close to L'manberg." He reasoned. Tommy shook his head.
"No, Wil- our home ." He emphasized. Phil glanced back for a moment, giving Wilbur a confused look. Wilbur returned it and looked back to Tommy.
"What do you mean Tommy?" He asked. Tommy didn't answer, just fidgeting with his coat sleeves. Wilbur tried to wrack his brain for an idea of where the teen was thinking of, puzzled about where he could be thinking of.
He went over the places he'd heard Tommy call home but nothing came up other than his house which, now that he thought about it, he'd never heard him call his house his home, just his house. Even pogtopia was just pogtopia when he talked about it, 'Where else could he be...' Then it clicked. He gave Tommy a fond look at the realization.
"Do you mean our cabin?" He asked softly. Tommy looked to the side and nodded. Wilbur just smiled at him and reached to one of the inside pockets of his trench coat, pulling out a slightly scuffed and dented com and checking their current cords. "Hey, Phil?" Wilbur spoke.
"Yeah, mate?"
"Can you turn to the right a bit?" He requested. Phil turned his head back a bit to look at him in question.
"What for? We making a pit stop?" He chuckled lightly. Wilbur sighed content and hugged Tommy a bit closer to him.
"Yeah. Something like that."