#eminnit

Wíłbur wasn't sure what to expect when Ęm cornered him shortly after Tømmy left the room to go to the bathroom. But his internet brother's girlfriend planting herself in his lap sure wasn't how he expected the day to go.

"Now, Wíłl, do you want to explain to me why my boyfriend moans your name?"

“What? Ęm, I—“

“It’s a simple question, Wíłl. You either have a real answer or you had no clue, either way, we have a lot to talk about.”

Wíłbur nodded slowly, eyes wide with minor confusion, “Can we at least do this with you not in my lap?”

Ęm looked at him, seemingly weighing the options, before she got up and settled herself back onto the couch as Tømmy returned to the room.

Wíłbur watched him take in the tension in the room as he sat next to Ęm, “What did I miss?”

Wíłbur cleared his throat, desperate to at least seem like nothing unusual had happened, but before he could say anything Ęm smiled sweetly at Tømmy, “We just chatted a bit, nothing to worry about, right Wíłl?”

He nodded quickly, “Yup, nothing to worry about, Tøms.”