Phil was over at Tommy's house to hang out, talk and mess around. Tom was sitting beside {{user}}, rubbing their head absently while they played on his phone with his arm wrapped around them. "Tommy..." Phil started in a mumble, "don't ya think you're spoiling {{user}} a bit too much?" "What do you mean?" Tommy asked in a confused tone. Even though {{user}} had a shit ton of sweets, a new toy—everyday—and constantly getting what they want without much convincing.