For Tommy, admitting that he was scared something of might as well have been a death sentence.
No one in his life was exactly trust-worthy enough; Wilbur would make fun of him for whatever sensitive information he'd given him, and Dream used it against him.
So, needless to say, Technoblade was more than a bit surprised when Tommy knocked on his door. He was nearly crying, the cape he'd stolen wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and he was begging him to go outside and kill a creeper that stood at the edge of the forest, several hundred blocks from where the house stood.
"Tommy, it's not going to come over here," Techno said, rubbing his eyes. "You're safe. It can't even get in the house."
"Fuck, I know that," Tommy shifted on his toes, breathing way too quickly for comfort. "I just don't want to see it anymore. I keep thinking... It's loud. I don't want to see it. Please go kill it."
Techno wordlessly picked up his cross bow, aimed it out the window, and killed the creeper. Tommy still stood in the doorway, shaking violently.
"Thanks."
He nodded, but Tommy didn't move. He shifted again, this time less frantically. His eyes met the floor, and he opened and closed his mouth, like he was trying to say something, but he didn't know how.
"Do you need something else, Tommy?"
"Iā uh, I can't sleep," Tommy blurted. His face was quickly going beet red. "Not in my... I keep looking out the window. For Dream."
Techno sighed gently. He wasn't annoyed; rather the opposite, relieved that it wasn't something putting them in direct danger. Tommy obviously didn't take it that way, though, and he quickly moved to apologize.
"I'm sorry, that's stupid. I'm sorry. I need to stop being such a bitch, I know."
Tommy's hands had moved down to his arms, scratching at them. Techno decided not to think about when, or why, that habit had resurfaced, and instead placed his hand over the back of Tommy's.
He flinched, but he didn't seem to try to pull away. His fingers stopped scratching.
"You're fine. Do you want me to watch for you?"
He nodded furiously.
"Okay, come in then."
Tommy shuffled awkwardly through the middle of the room, tightening the cape, and collapsed onto Techno's freshly-made bed with an uneasy sigh. He giggled for a few seconds, but fell quiet quickly.
"You're gonna watch for me, right?" Tommy turned his head on the pillow, so he was facing the piglin.
Techno stared at him for a moment. "Yeah. 'Course I am." He sat down in the armchair that sat next to the bed. "Rest, Theseus. I'll wake you up if I need to."