I'm More Me When I'm With You

Another Way Out

      "What if we... just ran away?" Deo says the minute he's stepped into their living room. Tommy puts down his book, and gives him a look. Surely, he knows better than to try and run from Dream, of all people.
      After a few seconds of silence, he realizes that no, Deo doesn't know any better. He really does wish he had gone for someone smarter when he had the choice. Maybe that's why they say not to marry your high school sweetheart or whatever. Or maybe it's because most people who marry their high school sweethearts end up killing them. It's a very startling statistic.
    "Deo, if that was possible, I would've done it by now, don't ya think?" Deo stares at him like he's stupid. "That's because you'd try to run somewhere predictable, like Badlands, or literally anywhere where Dream would think to check for you," he tells him matter-of-factly.
    Tommy glares at him. Just because he's right doesn't mean he has to say it. "Uh-huh. And where would you have us go, Mr. Genius? Hm," if Deo's gonna act like he's smarter than Tommy, he's gonna have to prove it. "Easy, Pogtopia or Antartic Empire. Even heard Quackity and Karl have their own little nations for us to hide in," he exclaims. Tommy's not sure if he can explain how horrible that idea is.
      "One, Pogtopia is far too small hold us, also the whole living there at one point and having to go through... things," he says the word carefully, like the word itslef had left a bad texture in his mouth. "Two, Phil and Techno hate me, and even if they didn't, they'd hate you because you married me," he reminds Deo. "And three, Karl and Quackity are married or something, as well as the fact that Karl more likely or not has placed his nation close to Dream's, and he's friends with George, who I'm pretty sure has feelings for Dream. So also no," he reasons.
      "But does Quackity hate you, and would he snitch on us if we moved there," Deo asks. Why is that what he focused on? "I mean no, not really. I'm not sure what his stance is on Dream, so that's a fifty-fifty chance," he pauses, "And a chance I don't want to risk, before you say anything."
      Deo nods like he was genuinely considering what Tommy said. He knew better than that, though. Deo's ass was not listening. "Technically, I'm not exiled," Deo leads off. "Uh-huh, and?" Deo grins, " So I can go find Quackity and ask if he'd hide us. Give you peace of mind, y'know."
     Tommy has no clue how to react to this. How is this man such a stupid genius. Not like he's insanely smart, just insane. So entirely stupid he's somehow smart. Can he trade Deo in for a newer, possibly even smarter husband? Is that a thing he can do? He sure hopes so.
     "Y'know what, sure, go ahead and fulfill your death wish," he throws his hands in the air, having completely given up any idea of talking some sense into him. He loses his first canon life, it's his own fault. He can't say Tommy tried to warn him.

      So out Deo goes, like an idiot. Tommy shakes his head at the sight of his husband walking away. He sits down and picks up his book again. Apparently, it's a classic.

        And back Deo comes, a grin spreading from ear to ear. That's a worrying sight if he's ever seen one. As soon as Deo steps foot into the house he doesn't even bother with words. Deo will talk if he's excited enough.
    He gestures for Deo to start talking, even though he knows Deo really didn't need permission. And talk, Deo does. It was quite the tangent, but the shortened version is, yes they could move to Quackity's new nation and be hidden and protected from Dream.
      "Good to hear. And how exactly are we supposed to move all our shit, and build a house there, without Dream noticing," he hadn't expected for Deo to have actually planned this out. "Easy, so we're gonna take the books first, easy and light-weight, right? Then we get the more important stuff, like our plates and whatever."
     Surprisingly enough, deo was actually making sense for once. "And building the house," he asks, worried about the most crucial part of living. Deo nods excitedly, "Right! So there's a plains biome somewhere around there, and while we build it, we can stay in this hotel that Quackity has! He actually agreed to let us stay there for free, just until the house is completely built," he adds on.
     Tommy is genuinely stunned. For once, Deo has planned everything out before running headfirst into action. "But what about me? I can't leave until we have everything set up," he remembers suddenly that he has those weekly (or are they monthly now) check-ins with Dream.
      "Oh. Right... well... hm." Deo seems to not have planned this out as well as he thought. "What if you faked your death," Deo asks. "And what about you, then? Wouldn't it be odd that I was the only onw who died?" Again, Deo hasn't thought of the cons to his plans. "Easy, we both fake our death!"
      "What are we, Romeo and Juliet," Tommy sarcastically replies. "Well..." Deo trails off, clearly suggesting his thoughts without ever speaking them. "No. The answer is no. Romeo was a borderline creep. An incel, if you will. That's not considering the fact that Juliet was around thirteen to fourteen at the time the story took place, was supposed to be engaged to her cousin, and only wanted a way out of a loveless marriage. She was literally Romeo's sloppy seconds," Tommy rants.
     "And why do you know that," Deo wonders. "English major for an older brother, and also a strong distaste in romance stories of any kind," he shrugs as he speaks. "Right then. We'll start working on moving away in a day or two, so we should probably go to bed early," Deo tries.
   "Wait a minute, you never did say how we were gonna hode me from Dream," Tommy ropes him back in. Deo says something about the next morning and he sighs in response. Sure, he'll deal with it tomorrow morning, but that doesn't mean that Deo's gotten out of answering his question.