Tommy sits defeatedly on the edge of the bath, white porcelain steady beneath him. The tap runs, filling the sink with warm water for Tubbo to soak a cloth in. Taking the bottom of Tommy's chin, Tubbo wipes his face, washing away a dark, muddy maroon mix of dirt, grime and blood. The brunet keeps softly wiping his friend's face until Tommy takes a deep breath and says, "He said he wouldn't do it again."
Tubbo pauses. "Hm?"
Tommy's voice is almost a whisper. "My d- my... father. He said, the first time he hit me, it wouldn't happen again and that he was sorry."
The other boy is silent, listening calmly. "I wonder when he stopped being sorry. If he was at all."
Does he feel bad now? Tubbo thinks. Is he even slightly remorseful about what he's done to this kid? His own son?
"I guess it was when my mum started to help me; told him it was fine." Tommy hums. "Maybe when they locked me in the basement for the first time. I was 12."
The older boy's face distorts, wincing. He doesn't want to imagine it. He doesn't know how people can do something like that to their own child, their own flesh and blood, and not feel awful. Surely the guilt would eat them up inside?
It's like Tommy has read his mind. "The guilt goes away with the sobriety. They couldn't stop drinking, not just because of the addiction, but because the guilt would ruin them, I think."
Tubbo wonders if he wants him to say anything, then waits a moment and decides to stay quiet. He squeezes the cloth over the sink, dips it into the lukewarm water, and goes back to softly cleaning his friend's face, washing off any removable trace of his parents' house. Basement. The silence continues until hours later, when Tommy comes out of the bathroom clad in a graphic grey t-shirt and black sweatpants and Tubbo asks him if he wants to watch South Park with him. Tommy smiles timidly and nods.
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