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The house is silent. Not the type of silent that is agreed upon, there is no comfort behind it, only awkwardness. Wilbur shuffles, shoulders henched and breath labored. Tommy stand before him, armor equipped and hand positioned to grab the hilt of his sword.
Wilbur just spilt his guts towards the boy, finally opening up for the first time since he's returned from the train station. The scar on his chest burns as his throat begins to close up.
Wilbur knows Tommy is unlikely to forgive, after everything he did Wilbur knows there is a very slim chance that he'll actually get his brother back. But still he stands there, tears beginning to crest up his waterline.
"Its rotten work." He chokes out, eyes suddenly fixated upon the ground. He scans the grooves in the wood as if they're the most interesting thing in the world, he would've looked at anything if it meant he could avoid his brother's shining blue eyes.
"Not to me." Tommy croaks unsurely, the boy clenches his fists at his side. Unlike Will, he keeps his eyes trained on him, blue trying to desperately meet brown. Tommy has no idea why he responded as such, its been so long that even he doesn't know if he could forgive Wilbur but seeing the taller man stand before him makes his heart ache.
Wilbur poorly suppresses a sob as Tommy takes a step towards him. His worn down shoes scuffing on the hardwood send panic through Wilbur and for the first time he fears the sword that might be plunged into my chest.
"Not if it's you." Tommy finishes, unsheathing his sword. The sound of the metal grating finally breaks Wilbur and he falls back, unceremoniously hitting the wall behind him. Tommy discards of the word quickly although the action goes unnoticed by Wilbur who buries his face in his hands as he wails.
Tommy takes a seat beside him, not saying a word, still contemplating if this is the right decision. The scar on Wilbur's burns hotter, and he straches at the stitching on his sweater.
Eventually Tommy lays his head on Wilbur's shoulder, a silent reassurance from the boy as the only sound filling the cabin are Wilbur's sobs and the crackling of the slowly dying fire across from them.