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Techno stared out his bedroom window, admiring the scenery. A gentle flurry of snow fell from the sky. The ground was already covered in a few inches of snow. The constant cold of the tundra made sure of this. It was something Techno had grown used to. Familiarity is what it was. He was calm, so were the voices. For now.
Techno began wondering what else he found familiar. His mind settled on Tommy. The lanky, brighter-than-sunshine, young, blond boy that he had not seen in he doesn't know how long. Techno stepped down the ladder slowly, his mind really only on Tommy. How had he been doing? Was he still around? Was he still his goofy self? The voices joined in the pondering. They taunted him. Questions upon questions created a creeping sensation of paranoia. Fear that he refused to ever tell anyone, including Phil, plagued his mind. The voices laughed at him, increasing his sense of panic. Nausea arose in his stomach, he ignored it. The voices dragged out the events from Doomsday and after, how he had treated Tommy at various points. He was distraught with himself for treating Tommy that way.
He shakily disregarded their jeers and whispers, opting to drink some warm tea. He set himself down on the couch near the fireplace. Steve was curled up with a few of the dogs closer to the warmth. The tranquility lasted a few minutes, as soon came knocking on his door.
He jumped slightly, almost dropping his cup. He set it down on the counter as he strode over to the door. He pulled one of the swords he had made from the rack by the entrance. Techno listened a bit before touching the handle.
“Listen Will, I think we should just leave him alone. Techno and I aren't really on the best terms.” It was Tommy. And apparently Wilbur was there as well. Lovely. Techno put the sword away and opened the door.
“Hello,” Techno leaned against the door frame. His arms crossed. He tried relaxing his face, hoping his expression wasn’t too unwelcoming.
“Technoblade! It's so great to see you!” Wilbur began talking, quickly going on some rant about Quackity and Las Nevadas. The Blood God stopped paying much attention, choosing to glance at Tommy.
The slightly shorter “brother” had hunched his shoulders and was hugging himself. He was dressed in a blue cardigan, a t- shirt, and some shorts. Certainly not dressed for the tundra. Wilbur at least had pants and a bit of a thicker jacket.
“Will, get inside and you can keep talking. Phil would yell at me for making you guys stay out in the cold.” Techno often used Phil as a way to pass off his attempts at kindness. WIlbur patted his friend’s shoulder as he passed to go inside the cabin. Tommy stood in place. His ears and face quite red from the cold. “Tommy,” The two glanced at one another.
Techno inhaled the sharp air, the cold burned his nostrils. He opened his arms. The smile that spread across Tommy’s face was something that the Blood God swore to never forget. The blond embraced him easily, as though they had just hugged the other day. It was familiar, even familial.
“Welcome back, Theseus. I’m sorry.” Tommy sobbed.