The three of them all staring at him in silent resignation. Techno stands up making his way to the door, Wilbur in tow until they are all standing against the doorway. “Fine, a door huh?” The older boy muses in a snarky sort of amusement, a bored look on his face. “It’s not even broken, I don’t see what the big deal is.” He mutters, roughly wiping under his nose and ignoring the twinges of pain. He forcibly removes himself from his father’s grasp and stands awkwardly by himself. Don’t you have things to do other than bother me?” I can take care of myself just fine thanks. “You are all being so annoying, barging into my room. Tommy does not falter even as Phil’s eyes dim in disappointment. I’m a fucking big man guys, it was just a door, seriously.” “No one hurt me, why do you guys keep thinking someone hurt me. He steels himself and looks back defiantly. “I-” Tommy stammers, suddenly at a loss before he remembers why he shouldn’t tell them. He stares into Phil’s eyes and sees nothing but concern. Tommy tries to reply but the words get stuck in his throat at the gentleness. He leans into the touch unconsciously because it just feels so good. The father tenderly cradles his face, tilting his chin up to inspect the damage.
“Tommy who hurt you?” Phil steps towards him, pulling the boy towards him before he has time to react. “ God believes me, because I’m telling the truth.” “Shut the hell up about the door, no one believes you,” Techno chimes in unhelpfully. It’s quite funny I think you will have a laugh, you see, so, there’s this door right-” “ Tommy, ” Phil starts, in the voice, “Why the hell are you bleeding?” Interesting, he’s pretty sure that dent wasn’t there the last time he checked and is that mould?
Wilbur and Techno are absolutely no help, staring at him as if he’s the one who has to explain. He shrugs at his father, turning towards his brothers for support. Tommy grimaces, sniffles and winces at the pain it causes. “Tommy, what the fuck!” Phil looks like he’s seconds away from grabbing the boy and patting him down for injuries so Tommy takes a step back cautiously. He forces himself to turn around and face Phil, whose eyes widen in concern as he takes the boy in. He supposes it’s quite a useless attempt because the red liquid is splattered all over his white t-shirt.
Tommy belatedly brings a palm up to cover the bloody mess that is his nose.
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