【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(40)

“Loyalty is a rather precious gift.” Mother sighed softly. She transferred Tommy to one arm and reached out with the other, until she was cupping Technoblade’s cheek. “I do hope, my boy,” she continued, her voice as tranquil as a still lake, “that you will find the people you can trust more than your own name. You deserve that, and more, for all you have done for my family.”
Technoblade blinked slowly at her, for once struck speechless.
Tommy giggled. “Techno is blushing.”

“I am not,” Technoblade spat hotly.
“Yes, you are,” Tommy cooed, leaning back into Mother’s arms, safe in the belief that she would never drop him. “You so are—”
“Tommy, don’t torture the poor child,” Mother said, even as she giggled herself.
“Wil?” Father reached out and ruffled Wilbur’s hair playfully. “You look a hundred miles away.”
Wilbur exhaled slowly. “I’m just… remembering.”
“Remembering what?”
This. Mother’s soft smile. Tommy’s cheery laugh. Technoblade’s half-hearted protests. Father’s hand on his head. Everything.