Tommy walked up to the fancy dresses brunette he once called his best friend. He had teary, wide eyes. "Tubbo..You accepted the job?" Tommy started, his mouth slightly open. Tubbo didn't know how to explain, or what to say in his defense. "Tommy, look, I-" A lump formed into Tubbo's throat, he couldn't speak. He gulped a few times, nothing. He felt tears slide in his eyes. No. He couldn't cry. Not right now.