(No cause for concern on Ao3)

The doors were opening to his destination before he felt at all prepared for them to do so, and he swallowed his nerves as he stepped out onto the now semi-familiar floor. Both doors on the left were open, and he peered in curiously only to find empty chairs at empty desks, with no sign of life.

Then he heard raised voices coming from the living area of the floor, where he'd noticed the kitchen and sofa yesterday.

"I am not being whiny, I just don't understand why you felt the need to invite some random stranger onto our private floor—"

"I've explained this to you already, Wil, we could really use some help around the place — especially you. And he seems like a good kid; you agreed with that yesterday."

"Well — that was yesterday. Opinions can change. And just because I agreed with that doesn't mean I was happy with this whole arrangement, or that I am now."

Tommy bit the inside of his cheek. Well, that was always reassuring to hear on the first day, that one of your new employers didn't want you here.

"Wilbur be quiet, the kid is a good kid, he’s trying his best and you were the first one yesterday to say you wanted him here.” {{user}} pointed out, feeling up at their desk and leaning back with an arm draped over their eyes.

Wilbur huffed. “You just want someone around your age to hang out with.”