"Let me make it up to you." Wilbur spoke up. Tommy was slightly confused at his words. "How?" Wow. That came out wrong. He didn't want Wilbur to think he really owned him anything. He got himself in this situation, but it was clear Wilbur felt responsible. He cleared his throat "I mean, you really don't have to-" "Let's go live it up. You know, like its our la-" Wilbur bit back his words. "We could go anywhere. We could do whatever we want." Tommy sat there for a moment, staring at the man in bewilderment. "I- I wouldn't wanna keep you." "It's alright. I don't have anywhere to be." Wilbur gave him a small smile. Tommy wondered if that was true or if he was just saying that. Either way, it didn't matter. Tommy scoffed. "What would we even do?" Wilbur took a few steps toward Tommy and placed a hand on each of his shoulders. "Whatever we want." He gave Tommy a wolfish grin. Tommy was intrigued by what this man could possibly mean by that. Tommy gave him a small smile in return. "Okay. Game on." ____________________________________ or a fic where Tommy is immune to a zombie virus and finds a unlikely family in the apocalypse
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