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Tommy huffs, finally giving up on sleeping when it hits about two thirty.
He rolls off his back and onto his side, searching blindly for his phone by patting at his night stand. He eventually gets it, hooking his nails under the side of the flexible case and dragging it over.
Light blinds him before he can even press the power button, making him hiss and squeeze his eyes closed, unprepared.
Reluctantly, he squints his eyes open, typing in his password and hastily going to lower his screen's brightness. He could've sworn it wasn't that bright when he went to bed.
With only a moment of hesitation, he swipes over to his contacts, clicking on the first icon.
It rings for a few moments, and then-
"Toms? Baby, it's.. Two thirty, why are you awake?" Wilbur sighs, yawning, shuffling around in bed. "Couldn't sleep." Tommy mumbles, acutely aware of how he's woken the elder and suddenly feeling self-conscious.
Wilbur croons on the other end of the line, easing some of the tension in his shoulders.
"And you came to me? Oh, love, you're so sweet." Wilbur coos, smile overwhelmingly clear in his words. Tommy buries his reddening face in his pillow despite Wilbur not being able to see him.
"I'm not sweet." He protests, scrunching his nose up.
"Yes you are," Wilbur hums, words slowly becoming more and more clear as he gets closer to being entirely awake. "You're very sweet, lovely. The sweetest. You're so sweet, in fact, that you must be made of sugar."
"I will hang up on you." Tommy threatens weakly, rolling onto his back.
"Uh huh," Wilbur clicks his tongue, tone sarcastic. "Sure you will, hon, sure."
Tommy huffs at him, tracing shapes into the ceiling with his gaze. He can barely even see, the room is so dim, but he continues past the static crowding his vision until he has to blink and start the process again.
Silence takes over the call for a moment, taking away the small amount of fatigue that had accumulated.
"Can you just talk, please?" Tommy requests, squeezing his eyes closed.
"Hm?"
"Please talk. About anything, just please talk." Tommy requests again, this time recieving a noise of understanding in response.
"Whatever you need, darling."
So Wilbur starts rambling, going between recounting his day and telling the most outlandish story ever created. Tommy doesn't really understand any of the words after a certain point, but he notices the way Wilbur sounds increasingly happier and happier every time he giggles at something.
It doesn't take long before he finally falls asleep.