Send 💙 to put a blanket on my muse
It was a looong, anxiety ridden day looking into programs. How many years has everyone been pushing him to finish school and get his GEDs and how many times had he essentially told them to fuck off? Having the courage to say anything but that woulda been the hardest part about this if the reason he never finish school wasn’t...well, awful.
Part of him wanted to do this with Eli; he was chill, he wouldn’t make a big deal about it, but something told him that a revelation this big oughta be shared with family first. Not Wanda because she’d make a big deal out of it. Billy though, he would at least keep his trap shut for 48 hours max before blabbing to Wanda and Teddy and literally everyone on the planet.
There were maybe a solid dozen and a half times where Tommy was ready to throw in the towel and give up before he even started, but Billy talked him through it, told him how different this would be from a normal school. More importantly, he encouraged him. Promised him he’d do amazingly and it made him feel good for a change. Like he could actually do something without fucking it up like he always did.
So it’s not much of a surprise that Tommy can’t make it through Final Destination tonight (not that he hasn’t seen it a dozen times already). The last thing he remembers is the bathroom bit, but when he awakes in the dead of night, the couch all to himself now, he finds himself covered by Billy’s Captain American blanket with a pillow shoved underneath his head. He isn’t up long enough to realize neither were here before, falling back asleep almost immediately thereafter, but it sure feels nice knowing they’re here.