"Tomorrow."

He turns to Tommy. "Are you holding up?" (He knows the answer, but he still wants to check.)

"'Course I am. I'm TommyInnit, right?" Tommy pauses on the Prime Path in front of a granite house embedded in the side of a hill. "I take that back, they fucking--they griefed my house--I'm going to have to rebuild this, oh, fuck meeeeee--that's not the point. What I was going to say was... I know we don't have Mellohi and Cat anymore, but--I have some discs in my ender chest. I still have the copy of Blocks that we listened to with Schlatt before everything got all fucked."

"D'you want to listen to one on the bench?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I do." He dips into the house and comes out holding a disc.

There's a bench outside the house with a jukebox next to it.

"If you want me to help you rebuild, let me know."

He gives Tommy and Tubbo some space. It seems only fair, and-- he has messed up enough things for them. They do not need him hovering. (...He does stay close enough, in case there is an opportunity to work out what a disc does, and how it relates to music.)

"Come over here, big man." Tubbo pats the bench next to him.

Disc: goes in jukebox, produces music!

Jingyan sits on the bench.

-- how is this even making music. It makes so sense. (It's catchy, though.)

"...I'm sorry. For--everything."

"I'm sorry too, alright? It'll be okay. Back to our roots, right? Me and you versus Dream. Well, except this time we have L'Manberg on our side, too."

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. ...I missed you."

"I missed you too. But you're here now."

They're reconciling.

That's good.

...he is not saying anything. (It would be too easy for him to make it worse.)

Tommy does not, in fact, have the patience to sit still for five minutes of song, although it's definitely the longest that Jingyan's ever seen him still. He takes the disc out and runs to put it back in his ender chest. "Okay. Back to L'Manberg?"

It is kind of impressive that music can stop him from being in constant motion, even if for only a little bit. "Back to L'Manberg, if everyone is willing."

"Okay!" Then they can head back to L'Manberg.

"--has anyone found Ghostbur yet." They're going to need to find him. What if he's stuck in a ravine, starving to death over and over, or something like that?

"Phil's looking, I think. I dunno if he's found him yet." Pause. "Not yet. He can't have gone too far, though."

"--it has been two days. That is enough time to cover a fair bit of ground."

"Sure, but as long as he didn't get lost in the Nether, we can cover it faster."

...he had not considered that he could have got stuck in the Nether. Oh dear. "I'm sure Phil will be able to find him." (... He's not that sure, but close enough.)

"Yeah, Phil's pretty cool. --I don't think he got stuck in the Nether, there would have been a death message by now."

"That's true " And sort of comforting. "And there are worse things than him being lost and out of the way of the war."

"That's true. He hasn't been around for a war before, I hope it goes okay."