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[Lookie here, it's Tommy, looking shaken as hell. Makes sense, he's lost more of his people recently and he's NOT doing okay. So you know what that means! Tommy needs a fucking project, and he thinks he's moving on pretty well with the one he's got.]

Yo. So know how I was looking for help making some sorta hydroponics shit in the hangars of at least the Twin Roses and possibly some other ships if people want it? Think I've found people to help me make it. Just...

Turns out we need parts. And one of the dudes helping me? He's stuffy and NOT cool with me taking things out of abandoned buildings if they can be salvaged and lots of other shit and well, anyway some of the stuff we'll need is apparently small and custom.

So basically I'm supposed to ask if, seeing as that replicator thing is now here and all that shit, people might be willing to help out by donating a replication or two a month to helping us replicate packages of the small parts that are important for the drip irrigation something or other thingamabob.

Think about it, bros and bros who aren't amab or who are agender and fuck backtrack need something better. Okay, think about it my fellow kidnapees. Fresh produce. On ship. Whenever they kidnap us.

Hell, I'll even tend it when we're not on ships. If you want your ship to have a hydroponics thing. Just let me in once a 60hr cycle and I'll fucking tend the hell out of those bitches.

Anyway. Uh, call me?

[And he shuts the thing off before he can sound stupider. Dammit!]

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There's totally a dude here who looks like Tony Stark if Tony had less muscles and money.

[And he switches the video over to private.]

I'm fine. Some dude just went all Frank on me. It's cool.

[There's a brief, but dangerous flash of blue in Billy's eyes, before his brows crease with concern.]

Very not cool. Which dude?

[Dude, he provoked it. It's not the guy's fault. Leave him be. Tommy's an asshole. He knows that.]

Doesn't matter. I basically insulted him. Dude's got a right to raise his voice when some shithead kid screws him over.

[Tommy Shepherd: Never refers to himself as a kid when he's okay.]

Tommy-

[And oh- hello, he's suddenly there, magic he hardly even seems aware, but he presses forward to try and pull his brother into a hug.]

[Dude, that's rude and cheating and WRONG when Tommy's trying to be alone, in the corner of his 'bedroom', curled up and shaking. Magic is cheating. SO CHEATING. But Tommy doesn't move.]

You're getting faster on the teleports.

[He can't help it.]

I wasn't trying to- [Not on a conscious level at least, but that's when it seems to work the best.

He kneels down so he pull him into that hug.]

You're okay-

[Unconsciously he wanted enough. Gotta learn to WANT, Billy. But Tommy stays in the hug.]

I know I'm fucking okay. Not like the guy hit me or anything.

[It's harder than it sounds.]

Do I need to go pretend I'm intimidating?

[Tommy shakes his head. Because, when it comes down to it...]

It was my fault. I was... I was trying to do something about food on the ships. For all of us. And so Wanda had something nice and green around. And I fucked it up. Because, you know. Me.

You didn't fuck anything up. People are just...on edge. He shouldn't have yelled.

[Except Tommy sure provokes a lot of yelling.]

I shouldn't have been a dickhead.

Were you trying to be a dickhead?

[The glare Tommy gives his brother should be answer enough. If he WANTED to be a dick head, something would have been DESTROYED.

I just mean like, if you weren't trying to, then there's no reason for anyone to yell.

[And yet, it had happened. And Tommy doesn't want to talk about it. Just wants to curl up on himself and deal with this for a while. Which Billy doesn't seem to want to let him do.]

Things happen. Shit happens. The world fucking happens and you're alone and trying to do shit right and you fuck it up. Story of Tommy Shepherd. Print and and send it to the presses.

[Billy does let off a little, releasing him from the hug, but he's convinced being there for him is what he should be doing.]

Tommy- ...people are going to get mad sometimes, it's okay. It doesn't mean you messed up.

[Oh, in this case he actively did, but Tommy's done talking about it.]

Thanks for the offer of your replicator uses. I won't need it. So, like, make dinner for you and Teddy or some shit.

[Billy blinks a little, but nods uncertainly.]

I...okay. You...want to be alone?

[He wants to lie and say yes. Because that's the Tommy Shepherd thing to do. Accept the distance people put between themselves and him. But... he promised Billy and Teddy, right? Maybe not out loud, but he promised that he'd meet them half way. That he'd communicate.]

No.

[Billy gives a soft sigh. He's glad Tommy's been trying, really. But it's difficult to know what to do when he's pushing him away with one hand and pulling him close with the other.]

Did I ever show you the one I was trying to make? It didn't...work out super well, but I was so sure I was going to figure it out eventually and get to impress you.

[The one what Billy was trying to make? Tommy looks up at him in confusion, and then he looks up at Billy with shock and... Wow.]

You did that? For me?

[He flushes a little and tries to shrug off that look.]

I mean...I tried. I've been trying for a while. Since you first mentioned wanting one way but...I didn't want to just magic it. Even with the engineering data point though I was never really able to figure it out to a point where it actually worked right.

[No, don't shrug it off. The only other person who made something for him that wasn't just because they wanted him to be a hero was Vision. And that had been a painting. This mattered. This was important. His brother tried to make something not because they could all use it. He did it FOR Tommy.]

Fuck, man, that's... A lot. Thank you. I... People don't do that for me.

[He defintely tries to again, but hesitates, seeing that this is clearly important to Tommy, even if he can't quite understand why.]

I uh...you're welcome? It's...it didn't even work. But...yeah, I wanted to.

[Oh Billy, you really don't understand how much the little things matter. Like how that's actually a really big thing, and it gets repaid with really big.]

How... much have I told you about Frank Shepherd?

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