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"Sorry I'm late," Fenton's voice echoed through the house as he entered, the front door slamming shut behind him. The sound of his duffle bag hitting the floor reverberated through the hallway as his footsteps drew nearer.
Gyro, sitting in the living room, looked up from his spot and greeted Fenton with a gentle smile. He knew it wasn't Fenton's fault that an emergency had come up on their anniversary. Gyro had taken care of everything, cancelling their restaurant reservation and opting for takeout instead.
Collapsing onto the couch beside Gyro, Fenton's head sank into his chest as he repeated his apologies. Gyro simply smiled and wrapped his arms effortlessly around the smaller duck.
"It's okay, Fenton," Gyro reassured, bowing his head and gently pressing his beak against Fenton's cheek. "Don't worry about it," he whispered softly.
They were quiet for a moment, Fenton staring off into space before Gyro took it upon himself to break the silence. “What’s on your mind?” he asked gently.
Fenton worried his bottom bill, almost nervous to say anything out loud until, “What if I wasn’t Gizmoduck anymore?” Gyro jerked in his seat, Fenton? Not be Gizmoduck anymore? There was no one else that Gyro would even trust to wear the suit.
Gyro was taken aback by Fenton's unexpected question. As the co-creator of Gizmoduck, they had designed the suit specifically for Fenton, who had always proven his worthiness by showing courage, intelligence, and a strong sense of justice. The idea of Fenton no longer being Gizmoduck seemed inconceivable.
Gyro leaned forward, his eyes searching Fenton's face for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "Fenton, why would you even think about not being Gizmoduck anymore? You are the perfect embodiment of the hero this city needs," he exclaimed, his voice filled with concern. This wasn’t like Fenton at all, and it had left a sinking feeling deep in the pit of Gyro’s stomach.
Fenton sighed and looked down at his trembling hands. "I've been thinking a lot lately, Gyro. Being Gizmoduck has its perks, but it also comes with its downsides, I mean.” he began, taking a deep, shuddering breath, “I missed our anniversary dinner and last week I missed Boyd’s baseball game. I feel like I'm letting everyone I love down," he admitted, his voice laced with vulnerability.
Gyro's expression softened as he listened to Fenton's honest confession. He understood the weight Fenton carried on his shoulders, having witnessed firsthand the toll being a superhero could take on a person's mental and emotional well-being. He realized that Fenton needed reassurance and support.
"Fenton, being Gizmoduck is not just about living up to expectations or being perfect. It's about doing what you believe is right, protecting the innocent, and making a difference in the world. Yes, it can be challenging, but you have proven time and again that you have what it takes," Gyro said, his voice filled with conviction. “I don’t care that we had to cancel our anniversary dinner, and Boyd’s not upset that you missed his game.” he continued, pausing for a moment before adding in, “He wanted to skip it altogether and help you fight crime. But I told him that that wasn’t something that you would want.”
Fenton looked up, meeting Gyro's gaze. There was a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty in his eyes. Gyro pulled him close, “And you did not miss our anniversary, Fenton.” Gyro continued, “I have the dining room ready to woo you properly.” his beak nuzzling into Fenton’s shoulder, causing the other man to let out a string of giggles as it quelled.
They were silent for a moment, content to just be in the others arms, and then, quietly, Fenton was the one to break the silence, “Thank you, Gyro.” he said. And Gyro responded by pulling him impossibly closer, their beaks meeting for the first time that evening in a gentle kiss.
When they pulled away, Gyro replied, “Of course, Fenton.” He said, “Anytime.”