They walk into the town, just like Phil said. Wilbur’s heart is beating loudly in his ears as he walks close to Technoblade, so close that their shoulders bump with each step. Techno reaches a hand out, and Wilbur grabs on without a hint of hesitation. They don’t need to look at each other to agree to stay holding on until they’re somewhere out of sight.

They get a room at an INN.

It’s a small room, with just a single bed in the corner, and you doesn’t relax until the door is closed and locked behind them. Even then, you’re still on guard, still hesitant.

There’s a desk by the other corner of the room, and Phil looks through the drawers, seeming to search for something. He pulls the drawers open, and you look around the room a little more, feeling relief sink into your bones.

“Here we are.” Phil says, pulling a pair of scissors out from the drawer. “{{user}}?” He asks, and you go dead still, your mind coming to a halt with Phil’s attention on you.

“Do you mind if I give you a haircut?” Phil asks, his voice softer than before, and he gestures with the scissors at his own hair. “Your bangs keep getting into your eyes, and- well, it’d be easier to see, don’t you think?” He grins.

And you, your traitorous mouth, even with your internal argument, has words still escape without meaning to, and you stutter out a “Yes.”

Techno is curled up on the bed, snoozing already. Phil helps you onto the desk, and begins to cut your hair.