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"Quackity! Wait, the fuck- get out of my bed, bro!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"
"You can get in my bed later, but just for now... y'know, stay out of it."
"Oh my God," Phil groans, and the large eyeroll from him is almost audible too.
Wilbur quietly hums to himself after putting Tallulah to bed. He flicks the next page over in the book he picked off the shelf. He would be lying if he said he was actually reading it though.
His eyes scan over the page, but his mind is in a completely different world. Tomorrow, less than twelve hours now, he leaves. Only for a month, but yet, that would be a month without his daughter, father or any of the friends he has made in the little time he has spent on the island. He feels as if he has just settled in and his roots are being pulled from the ground.
Placing the book on the armrest of the couch, Wilbur decides if he cannot read it now, there is no point in trying. He could read it on the plane or tour bus, when he is miles away from here.
The night air here is thick with silence. And as if the world heard him, a knock came from the door.
But, who the fuck would be knocking at this hour?
"Hello," a familiar voice calls from the door, elongating the last vowel, "is anyone in there?"
Right, who else could be knocking at the door, but one man in particular.
Wilbur groans before pushing himself off the couch with one hand and walking over to the door. He debates not letting the other man in and pretending he is asleep, but then reconsiders. What else is there to do? He can't get off to sleep currently with the weight of what tomorrow means for both him and his beloved daughter and he can't distract himself with a book.
Luckily for him though, Quackity might be one of the most distracting people Wilbur has ever met. Is it a good or bad thing? Who knows.
Finally, he comes to his decision and opens the door with a click.
He towers over the man before him, peering down and capturing the way the shadows land on Quackity's face.
"Uh- Wilbur! What- what a surprise? I- I was just, uh, y'know-"
As he stutters through a shitty lie and a shittier excuse for being here at this hour, Wilbur leans his head tiredly against the door and keeps his eyes focused on the man - with a look that could only be described as endearment, but he will not admit to that.
"You were what, Quackity?" he interrupts, before Quackity rambles off too much. "What could you possibly be doing at this hour?"
"I- uh, just came to see you off."
Wilbur scoffs, "Didn't we do this earlier?"
"I- yeah, it's just- uh, can... Actually, can I come in?" Quackity says.
"You- why- why do you need to come in, Quackity?" he asks, moving off the door and standing at his full height.
"...It's dark out here," he whispers, as if he is pretending there is something out there, but Wilbur knows he is just looking for an excuse to come in.
He has the mind not to laugh too loudly so that it could wake Tallulah, but he can't help the noise that escapes him.
"Is it? Shouldn't you be at home then?"
"Well- I- I was, but, now I'm here, and..." he trails off, tilting his head to the side innocently. If Wilbur was more awake, where he would have most likely declined Quackity's request, he would let him get eaten by whatever thing he is pretending is out there.
But, it is not like he will be here tomorrow, and the day after that, and the weeks following that. He believes he can take the risk it is to let Quackity into his life.
"Fine, but you need to be gone long before I go, alright?"
"Really?" Quackity pipes up in surprise, "I mean, yeah, sure cool."
Wilbur just walks inside, not bothering to hold the door open for the other man and happy to let it smack into his face. It can't really be his fault if Quackity gets hurt by it. He hears an exclamation from behind him and acts like he did not hear it.
"So... You still haven't told me what you're here for, Quackity." He turns to face him and watches as his eyes avoid looking directly into his own. "Because, if it has anything to do with Tallulah, you understand that I would not threaten to kick you out right now, okay?"
"No- no! No, I- I would never do anything to hurt Tallulah, I swear," he denies easily. "I- I just came to say goodbye, properly, I swear."
"Well, I'm here now. What did you want to say?"
Quackity looks at him and Wilbur can see something behind his eyes. He can't tell here in the dark, if it is a million unspoken things or something he is trying to hide. There is no option where he could peer into his soul and see it laid out, not when he needs to tear himself away from his home now.
"Don't go," he picks, out of everything. "Please."
"I-" Wilbur stutters. He breathes in. He won't stay, he can't let himself stay. Touring and flashing lights, he will always be chasing after them. Fuck, he did not even think for a moment that he would get attached this badly to the island and its inhabitants. He thought this would be fun and fast, like an overnight hook-up. He breathes out. "Quackity, you know I can't."
"You can, like, can't- it's a band right? Who cares if one person doesn't show up!" he counters.
Looking at him, he can tell Quackity does not even believe himself.
"I'll be back, y'know? I'll be a month and then- then I'll be back here. I'm not leaving forever."
A mutter comes from under Quackity's breath, Wilbur does not ask him to speak up so he can hear him.
"Uh- is- is that all you wanted to say to me, Quackity?"
He looks up at his eyes and for a moment he believes he will leave it at that. But suddenly, there is a body circling around Wilbur's torso and holding him close. He has half the mind to wrap his own arms around Quackity.
They stand there, in the centre of Wilbur's dimly lit house. Against his body, he swears he can feel Quackity sobbing into the juncture between his arm and shoulder but he lets the man be. After what feels like a good five minutes, Wilbur warrants saying something.
"...Are you done now, Quackity?"
He stays silent for a moment before answering, "Almost." He tightens more before finally letting himself loosen off of Wilbur, instead of suffocating him like before, and turning his head upwards towards him. "Can I stay tonight?"
And, has Wilbur ever been good at saying no to Quackity?
"I- Why- why?"
"You did say I could come back to your bed later, need I remind you," he states, fluttering his eyelids at Wilbur.
Considering kicking him out for a moment, he relents. Because even though he should not reward Quackity for annoying him into letting him stay, he is tired and... Wilbur does not want to finish the end of that sentence. Phil already called him out earlier today for simping on Quackity ever since he arrived, which is a massive, misconstrued truth.
"...Fine, just don't scream or shout, because if you wake up Tallulah-"
"Really? And, I promise, I promise, I won't wake Tallulah," Quackity beams and finally detaches from Wilbur, allowing him to breathe fully now. "Okay, can we go up to your room now?"
Wilbur lets out a small giggle, "Yeah, yeah. Sure we can."
And his arm is taken easily, up the ladder and, well, Wilbur did not plan on sleeping with someone else at all, so they end up crammed onto the bed together. His back is pressed up against the wall, wooden planks grating against it, but Quackity has already found his place on the other side of the bed. Those same arms seem to grasp at him again, curling around and pressing himself into the ident of Wilbur's ribs tightly.
He believes Quackity might already be asleep for a moment.
"I'm still upset about you leaving."
Evidently, he is not.
Wilbur can't say much to that, but, "I know." He presses a short kiss to his forehead, "I know."