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Fits mind has gone all fuzzy. He knows what this means, the feeling of worry creeping into his mind. He'd be fine usually like this, Pac knows how to handle it, much to Fits disdain.. but he's alone.
He's fine. Even though he's so scared, and it's dark, and his caregiver isn't here- he's fine- so fine-
There's the sound of a branch snapping, and Fit ultimately decides he is not fine, and that he needs to find Pac. He lets out an involuntary whine, tears pricking his eyes.
He's alone, and that's not okay! Not even Ramón is around, so he's even more alone, and lost!
His hands mess with the bottom of his shirt, feeling big globs of tears stream down his face. He misses Paccy, he misses Ramón, he misses- everything!
There's the sound of wings flapping- Fit sniffles, it might be a monster, and he's gonna get eaten! Maybe those scary monsters Tubbo once told Sunny about so she wouldn't go into the forest.. and now he's here!
"Fit?" A voice says, and Fit gasps. Phil? Phil! He knows Phil! Phil is his- what is Phil?
"Fit, mate, are you alright?" Phil asks, gently turning Fit around to face him. Fit sniffles as he sees Phil, trying to wipe away the tears. He's a big boy, just like what Pac said!
"Oh, oh," Phil says, eyes widening. His wings shift, and Fit realizes how nice they look. He likes Phil's wings.
"Kiddo, what happened?" The man asks, wiping away Fits tears.
Fit barely can talk, he wants to, so much, but it's so much work.. "I- lost- no Pac!" He whines, already embarrassed.
Phil frowns, "Oh, I'll help you, mate. Here, I'll bring you home."
Fit blinks away more tears, "home?"
Phil nods, and Fits bottom lip wobbles. Phil wraps a wing around Fit, and he smiles. "We're gettin' you home, kiddo. Okay?"
Fit nods.
(Later that night, Fit excitedly tells Pac all about how Phil helped him. Pac definitely doesn't coo.)