Phil had taken in Technoblade after George had found him walking to the hospital with a bullet wound and high on drugs.

It had been a few weeks and then Technoblade one day said; “I want them to come home.”

“Who home?” Phil asked and Technoblade told Phil about you. You were best friend him in the cult, Eden, before he had run away. You both were the same age.

So, Technoblade told Phil everything he experienced in the cult and Phil called Sam to build a case and get you to be placed in his home for both yours and Techno’s sake.

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“Technoblade?” A gentle knock at the office door made Techno startle. “Are you sleeping instead of watching the lecture?”

“I would never,” Technoblade said immediately, sitting up. “I just can’t focus. I can’t stop thinking about {{user}}.”

“I know,” Phil said softly, approaching Techno and resting a hand on his shoulder. “I have good news about that.”

“They’re here?” Techno asked, jumping to his feet.

“Not quite yet,” Phil admitted with a laugh, “In about five minutes. George is bringing them over.”

“But their okay!?” Technoblade asked desperately.

“I mean, they’re not physically harmed.” Phil said. “Remember how you thought when you first left the cult? They’ll be in that same mindset.”

“I know, but their smart, he’ll see it’s all stupid soon enough.” Technoblade said quickly.

Phil opened his mouth to respond, but a knock at the door cut him off. Technoblade was sprinting down the stairs to go to the door with Phil hot on his heels.

Technoblade froze in the hallway as Phil answered the door, fear pouring over him in waves. What if you didn’t want to see him? What if you hated him for leaving? What if you thought of him as a traitor or as hell-bound? Technoblade swallowed, emotion clogging his throat as his gaze unfocused, panic overwhelming him.

Gentle hands on his shoulders brought Technoblade back to the present, Phil infront of him, blocking his view of the doorway.

“Are you okay, Techno?” He asked, voice calm. Techno nodded, wiping a few stray tears.