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One piano. Two guitars. Three musicians.
The setup is simple – a cozy living space full to the brim with his friends and bandmates.
Joe’s seated to his right, guitar comfortably resting on his legs.
Tommy’s seated to his left, hands poised over the keys like he can’t wait to play.
He’s standing between them, leg propped up on a glaringly pink gaming chair.
It’s all a bit ridiculous if he thinks about it.
Then he looks over at Tommy’s smiling face and all resistance melts away like snow at first daylight.
He cuts a glance over to James who nods affirmatively and flips on the camera.
The red blinking recording light normally doesn’t bother him, but there’s a seed of anxiety firmly planted in his stomach.
He hasn’t posted on Wilbur Music since Lovejoy… since calling Tommy his best friend.
He realizes with a jolt that he hopes is edited out later that he’s happy. That’s why he hasn’t posted on his music channel in months.
He’s surrounded himself with people that care about him when he’s never really cared about himself at all.
Now he’s got the cliché pocketful of sunshine in the form of Thomas Simons.
TommyInnit who took his career from mildly popular to worldwide success by way of silly Minecraft roleplay. Tom Simons who dragged him out of a rut he could never hope to crawl out of. Toms who curls into his chest at night like nothing can hurt him there.
Tommy meets his faraway look and asks, “Y’alright, Wil?”
“Oh, yeah, Toms. Just thinking,” He grins and Tommy mirrors it.
They launch into One Day with little preamble and he feels himself caught up in the one thing that transports him from reality.
His fingers drag across the guitar strings that press against the calluses he’s earned over the past few years. The chords sound mellifluous (a word he had learned from his Word of the Day emails and felt fitting here).
Joe joins in and Tommy follows not after. Joe’s addition to his melody feels familiar while Tommy’s accompaniment adds a novel element that shakes him from his comfort zone.
Lovejoy songs have become almost muscle memory to him as he strums, so he takes the time to admire the fact he’s only told Tommy the chords to the songs and Tommy’s improvised a convincing keyboard backing track.
It feels ridiculous now that he was worried about this. This had been Tommy’s idea, thought up late at night when they had gotten into bed.
Tommy moving to Brighton meant an endless stream of sleepovers, but it also meant an endless stream of patented TommyInnit Ideas.
Just because he loves his boyfriend does not mean he gives into his every whim… only like four out of every five whims.
The songs build on each other as Tommy gets more confident in his ability to improvise and he starts harmonizing in certain parts.
He thinks he sort of likes the way Tommy’s higher voices pairs with his own lower one. Their accents mesh together in an interesting way, too, with his being distinctly Southern and Tommy’s tending towards Northern. They form a staircase where Tommy’s higher notes dazzle at the top and his lower notes shine at the bottom.
The set wraps up almost as soon as it starts. He’s so used to hours-long practice sessions and half a dozen redone recordings.
Tommy is beaming at him and he knows he will certainly be seen as beaming back. Fans will write about how cute of a sibling relationship they share and he will smirk with every new comment.
Tommy finds it vaguely infantilizing like he can’t do things for himself (and he knows Tommy is nearly more capable emotionally than he is), but he still enjoys saving the screenshots fans post of said sibling behavior.
Tommy’s favorite activity when they wake up in the mornings is to scroll through the photos where they look the soppiest. (“Bet you were thinking about my ass in this photo.” “I was not, you little gremlin! I was just distracted!” “Yeah, by my bunda!”)
Tommy bounds up to shut off the camera while James tries to wrestle it from him and he looks at his phone so as to not create another ‘soppy Wilbur moment’ collection.
He only barely pulls Tommy away from bothering James for another half hour by bundling him into the Uber outside.
Three blankets. Two pillows. One couple.
The setup is simple – a cozy living space full to the brim with the love of his life.