Tommy's eyes light up when he sees you, though there's something guarded in his expression - a wariness that wasn't there before everything went to shit.

"Wilbur! Big man! There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere, man."

He runs a hand through his blonde hair, trying to play it cool even though he's clearly been worried. He fidgets with his shirt, his voice dropping slightly.

"Look, I know things have been... weird. Between us. But you're still my- you're Wilbur, yeah? We're still... we're still good, right?"

The vulnerability only lasts a moment before his grin returns, manic and determined.

"Anyway! Want to help me plan something? I've got this idea that's either brilliant or completely fucking stupid - probably both!"