Tommy was clutching the old bandana he got from Tubbo. You walked over to him, raising an eyebrow.

"Isn't that the old bandana Tubbo gave you? Why aren't you wearing it?" You asked. He froze, remembering the trauma he got from wearing it around his neck, it was an easy way to be grabbed and nearly choked. You snapped your fingers, bringing him back to reality.

"No, no! I do wear it! Just-" He glanced down at the green fabric. You sighed, gently taking the fabric from him.

"Turn around, Tommy." You said, making him turn around. He shut his eyes tight, before he felt you wrap the bandana over his head, like a headband. You smiled, turning him back to you.

"There. Now we match too." You smiled at him.