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Fingers gently plucked the strings playing notes to songs that Wilbur had long since memorized, almost to the point of forgetting them. They were rough in places, but being able to just play and sing put his mind at ease. He already had played two songs from his solo album to his chat and was thinking of moving on to something else. Wilbur had started a spur of the moment late night stream since he hadn’t been able to sleep. There were no plans, just relaxing with his fans and trying to exhaust himself.
"Alright, that's probably enough," he said as he finished the song. He lowered his guitar into his lap and Wilbur glanced over to the chat for reactions. His eyes saw the highlighted vip message first.
Tommyinnit: please keep singing
Wilbur smiled brightly.
"Was that Tommy in my chat?' he asked. "Mister Tommyinnit? You want me to keep singing, big man? Alright, I can do another one before doing something else. Tommy, if you want to join the stream, call me on discord. We can play geoguesser together after."
The chat was going nuts saying hello to Tommy. He always loved whenever one of his friends would appear in chat, but Tommy was special. Tommy was more than just a friend. He was Wilbur’s love. He was sunshine and happiness. He was fields of flowers and late night car trips with loud music. He was everything that Wilbur had ever wanted and more.
Wilbur glanced over at his discord to see Tommy calling him. He accepted immediately.
"Tommy!" He said brightly.
"Hi Wil." Tommy sounded sleepy, his voice low in tone.
"What are you doing up?"
"Was falling asleep actually. Like hearing you sing."
Wilbur's heart warmed. He smiled and his voice dropped into a gentler, quieter voice to match Tommy’s sleepy state. He didn’t want to wake him up any more.
"You're falling asleep to my singing?" He asked.
"Yeah. Can you sing more?"
"Of course I can. Any requests?"
"Anything from your city gave me asthma. I like those ones."
Wilbur adjusted his guitar in his lap and started to strum the beginning notes of Since I Saw Vienna. Wilbur sang as much of it as he could before he fucked up. Wilbur tried to replay the last notes and laughed when he found he couldn't quite remember.
"Sorry, I don't know my own bloody song," Wilbur joked.
"It's fine," Tommy mumbled. "Your voice is nice."
"Aw, thank you, Tommy."
He heard a sleepy content sigh from Tommy as he settled in more. Then he spoke. It was incredibly muffled and quiet, barely a whisper, but Wilbur knew exactly what Tommy said.
"Love you, Wilby."
Wilbur muted his mic for stream and put his hand to his mouth before he replied so that his chat could not hear or see what he said. This was not for them, but for his dear Tommy.
"I love you too, puppy," Wilbur said. "Sleep tight, love."
Wilbur unmuted and went back to playing. He continued through the other songs on the album. He heard not a peep from Tommy in the call, but that was alright. The idea of Tommy falling asleep to his voice warmed Wilbur’s chest and he couldn’t stop smiling as he played. He didn’t care if people saw his smile. When Wilbur finished the last song, he decided to check in on Tommy.
"Tom?" Wilbur asked. There was silence.
"Tommy?"
He heard the sound of a snore and blankets shuffling. Wilbur chuckled.
"Sleep tight, king."
He hung up.