“Tubbo! Oh thank goodness you’re okay.” Jack bursted into the room smiling with Fundy and Niki smiling behind him. Tubbo was startled from this but he smiled back and sat up.

“Yup!” He tried to sound cheery but from the slight frown they gave him he doesn’t feel like he succeeded.

They shrugged it off and let Tubbo do his own thing. They said their goodbyes to the boy and left. Tubbo got on his uniform and headed out to meet Wilbur. When he arrived at the caravan he stared at it, stared at how busted it was. The door was off its hinges and he could hear Wilbur and Tommy speaking so he stayed put and strained to hear what they were talking about.

“Tommy, you need to stop being so rude to Tubbo! Look at where he was last night. He was at that damn traitors castle! All because you can’t keep your chill.” Wilbur sounded frustrated and sad and that tugged on Tubbo’s heart.

Was Wilbur like this all because he had decided to stay with Eret for the night? Did Wilbur not trust him enough to just be able to be around him?  

“You make it sound like Tubbo might betray us Wilbur! He won’t, he would never do th-” 

Wilbur cut him off 

“He might as well Tommy! You treat him like shit any chance you get! None of us even went out last night to make sure he was ok! I wouldn’t be surprised if he did betray us! We aren’t the best to him, I’ve ignored him too much Tommy. That damn traitor has been there more for him than I’ve ever been Tommy! How am I supposed to compete with that. Sure he may have betrayed us but he’s still always around. I just.” Wilbur had stopped talking and he could hear a broken sob come from the man. That made Tubbo gasp slightly and he threw his hands to cover his mouth. 

“Wilbur…” Tommy’s voice sounded just as broken as Wilbur’s did. 

“Leave Tommy. I need to speak with Tubbo, whom I’m sure has been waiting for us to be done with our talk.” Wilbur sounded tired and broken and that broke his heart. 

Had Tubbo really just made Tommy and Wilbur fight?

He saw Tommy walk past him and he wanted to tell Tommy to wait, he wanted to grab his arm and hug him and tell him that it’s ok. But he just couldn’t find it in himself to lie to the boy this time.

He walked into the caravan, his chest filled with dread and anxiety. Wilbur was leaning back on a concrete counter, his head down, legs crossed his hands supporting him up. His head lifted up to meet Tubbo’s eyes and Tubbo felt his heart break all over again. 

Wilbur looked so sad and tired.

“Hi Tubbo.” Wilbur tried his best to put a smile on his face but it looked so forced that it hurt to see.

“Hey Wilbur.” Tubbo broke the eye contact and one hand reached up to rub his other arm.

“How are you?” He looked up for a second and the back down.

“I’m fine Wilbur. Look if you need to talk some other time we can.” He looked back up to Wilbur’s eyes and saw a flash of panic appear before disappearing.

“There will be another time right?” Wilbur’s voice sounded so small and scared and Tubbo felt the guilt in his stomach rise to his throat.

He wanted to say ‘Of course.’ or ‘Why wouldn’t there be?’ but he just couldn’t get those words out. So instead his mouth decided on something else, 

“I would like to think so.” It still tasted like a lie. He felt like throwing up and then just sleeping for a month. 

“Bye Wilbur.”

 Tubbo left before Wilbur could tell him to stay.