we can all learn things(just maybe in different ways.)

"Tommy?" He breathed, his brown eyes wide and flicking in between the two, standing and staring at them as if he couldn't believe that they were real.

And then Tommy stumbled forward and grasped Tubbo tightly, pulling him close, locking his arms around his waist and burying his face in between the horns poking out of his curly hair. "Holy fucking shit." He breathed, his movements stiff with shock.

Tubbo was almost a foot shorter than Tommy and was supporting at least half of his weight at the moment but he didn't seem to care, clinging onto his brother's shirt as if he was almost afraid to let go, for fear that this was a dream and that he would dissolve into nothingness before his very eyes. "Fuck you," he mumbled into his chest, sniffling and grinning so widely it seemed to split his face in half. Tommy laughed, his voice raspy and weakened and crying out in exhaustion. Techno quickly stepped forward to make sure he didn't stumble and fall over. "Sit down, idiot." He hissed, flinching slightly out of force of habit when Tommy let out a gasp as his stomach was twisted oddly. "Shit." He muttered.

Karl quickly leaned over and gripped his shoulder to stabilize him further. "Sit down." He ordered, steering him towards a blanketed couch. Tommy grunted in discomfort but complied, and Karl laid him down, moving his feathery wings and making sure he was comfortably lying.

"What happened to him?" There was something dangerous in Tubbo's tone, something sharp and cold, his voice raising in volume and his fingers tensing.

"The idiot came after me. Said he was gonna protect me from a bounty hunter that's been fucking with me for the past week or so. Instead, he gets us both captured and we got held hostage for a couple days until Alex and Karl saved us." Techno said, his voice completely monotone as he glared pointedly at Tommy.

"Oi, I did fuckin protect you, dickhead!" Tommy yelled, his voice raspy.

Techno snorted, his eyes narrowing and his fingers flexing with tension. "How so?"

"I almost stabbed him! Twice!"

"You got fucking sliced in the stomach, dumbass!" Techno's voice rose in both pitch and volume.

"So?"

"So you almost died!"

"And exactly what makes you better than me, fuckface?" Tommy snapped.

"Hold on, let me get out my list. It's about a hundred pages long, so just bear with me as I read it." Techno deadpanned.

"I have more girlfriends than you."

"Tommy, there's no possible way for me to have negative one girlfriends. Also, if we're naming reasons why I'm superior I was the one who actually knocked out Dream. Just saying."

"Well, I-" Tommy sputtered, growing louder in rage. "I- fuck you."

On the other side of the room, Alex burst out laughing, nearly cackling as he came in from another room with another person. "Holy shit, you just fucking murdered him." He giggled, nearly dropping the flask of water he held.

"Language." The person next to him said immediately.

"Fuck." Tommy and Quackity said at the same time.

"Language!" He snapped, louder this time. Alex sniggered, almost snorting. "No use trying, Bad." Karl called, fighting back a giggle himself as he tended to Tommy's wounds

Sometime in the past couple of minutes, Tubbo had pressed himself against Techno's side and Techno's fingers had found their way to his hair to ruffle it and make it even more unruly than it already was. His horns had gotten bigger in the months since he'd last seen him, still not fully grown but big enough to curl all the way around his ears and almost reach his chin.