[tommy follows, but hangs back, silently keeping his distance, watching billy and loki and the doctors work while worry shreds his insides. he only did what billy asked of him, but even so, tommy can’t halt the thought that billy’s current condition is his fault from coiling deep into his mind. if anything else happens to him, anything worse, that will be his fault too, won’t it.
tommy isn’t good at standing still on the best of days, but anxiety makes him even more fidgety - rocking from one foot to the other, fingers tapping against his arms, wrapped tightly around his own chest. he should be doing something - but what can he do?]
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tommy isn’t good at standing still on the best of days, but anxiety makes him even more fidgety - rocking from one foot to the other, fingers tapping against his arms, wrapped tightly around his own chest. he should be doing something - but what can he do?]