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“It’s a gift, your birthday was two days ago, right? Me and the fam put something together for you,” came the reply as the other kept his focus on the handheld game in front of him, “gah! To the left! Left! Argh…” he chanced a glance up and urged, “well, go on- open it.”

“…Can you all do this exactly?” Lewis responded, turning over the manila envelope in his hands and examining it, “wouldn’t there be repercussions?”

Seeing as his friend had once more returned to the game, Lewis had to rolls his eyes and sigh very loudly to get an answer: “Nah, Dad says something this small isn’t a big de-Ah! Where did that thing come from?! Tentacles?! It has tentacles?! Tentacles with LASERS?! No way!”

Taking that as a go-ahead, (and knowing full he wasn’t going to get anymore semi-coherent answers at this point) Lewis undid the brass brad and slowly shook the envelope gently, with a slight rustling sound, a small paper book fell into his lap.

Placing the envelope, aside he held the little booklet into the light. It seemed homemade, judging by how some of it’s ends were un-even, and yet it was brightly decorated with a ‘To Our Lewis’ in a loopy yet elegant scrawl. He began to flip through the pages, going over each and every one carefully.

The pages were letters, each from a different member of the Robinson family, each decorated differently with their each member’s own unique message. Some were simple, such as Fred’s simple ‘Good luck’ or Joe’s random clipping of the TV schedule. Some weren’t, like Petunia’s two page ramble on what he should fix about himself when he arrived to the future (she’d taken up the leftover space on Fred’s page as her own), or Art’s riveting story about how his latest delivery had ended a rift between two warring planets. Some were heartfelt, and made him pause to think for a second, like Franny’s gentle assurance,  and Lucille’s little notes on how proud she was of him. Some weren’t even letters at all, like Lazlo’s small painting of Lefty, the twin’s leaf prints, or even Tiny’s bitten page. Some were inspirational, like his future self’s (ended appropriately with ‘Keep moving forward’ of course) or Carl’s (he apparently enclosed a model of a female version of himself, hinting distinctly, ‘not to put any  pressure on you or anything-it’s just something to think about…’). But when it came to the last page, what was supposed to be Wilbur’s, instead was just a picture of the whole family in front of the house waving.

It was a nice gesture, but for someone like Wilbur who made it a habit to make his opinion very loudly and very well known (even in situations when it’d been infinitely better if he hadn’t)-it just seemed a tad puzzling.

“What’s the matter, don’t like it?” Lewis glanced up to see his future son had stopped his tirade against the game in his hand and was looking at him slightly dejected, “I mean I told Mom to not make it so-“

“-No, no! Thank you, I like it a lot,” Lewis was quick to assure, a big smile breaking onto his face as he clutched it closely to his chest, “I mean…” his smile faltered slightly, “I’m just kind of confused…you didn’t leave me a letter.”

Wilbur shrugged at that, placing his game down on Lewis’s table easily.

“I thought about it, ya know, writing all that mushy stuff,” he made an exaggerated grimace, “but, I thought you’d like that more anyways-sides,” he smirked back, “Incase you haven’t noticed, you’re my best friend. I tell ya all the time what I think of you anyway...”

Lewis placed the book aside and threw himself at his friend, engulfing him in a tight hug.

Wilbur blinked at him, then grinned and hugged back.

“If you’re that happy about the book, you’d have probably blown a gasket at my idea…”

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As usual, spell-checked and once over'd by a reluctant beta!
She's still kind of peeved I haven't written full on Lewis/Wilbur yet...