Quackity sat there on the needle's balcony with his legs hugged tightly to his chest, tears settling uncomfortably in the knees his pants. He'd been so distraught, and caught up in his own thoughts, that he hadn't noticed the footsteps from behind him. He was completely oblivious to the other's presence until he felt a hand on his shoulder. The simple action snapped him out of his thoughts.
Quackity flinched harshly, practically whipping his head around to look at whoever was now kneeled beside him- and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or comfort settling in his chest when he realized it was Wilbur. The brit smiled softly, having noticed the tears streaming down Quackity's face. The man, who claimed he was so strong, he was all that and then some, was crying? Wilbur found this very amusing.
"Are you alright?" The taller asked, his hand moving forward to cup the Ravenette's chin with his fingers. He used this to tilt the smaller's head up gently, looking at his eyes. He noticed the bags under his eyes, however he didn't question it, deciding to instead focus on the matter at hand, and mention that later.
"I'm fine, Wilbur. Get out of my country." He shoved the brunette away, and roughly wiped the tears from his cheeks. Wilbur noticed the string dangling from his fingers as he did so, and then the two rings hanging from it. They caught his attention, and a smile tugged at his lips. He could use this weakness to his advantage.
"Are they why?" He asked, curiously observing the rings. One was gold, with little studs of Ruby around it, while the other was silver and had a purple single gem in the middle. They were rather beautiful, he decided. He could guess that the silver one had been given to him by his time-travelling fiancé, and the gold from the other. Too bad they served nearly no purpose, as surely, the engagement was set off. They were simply there to show what Quackity had once had.
"Why, what." Quackity answered flatly, forcing his voice into a shaky monotone as he carefully placed the string around his neck again. The Brit chuckled, and gently grabbed his hand. The contrast between the feeling of Wilbur's fingers intertwined with his own was something Quackity wasn't quite sure he liked. Wilbur's skin was cold, and rough, partially reminding Q of a corpse.
"They don't deserve you, Quacks." He smiled, moving his thumb to gently caress the Ravenette's hand. Quackity lifted his head, and their eyes met for a moment, Wilbur smiling softly. Oddly enough, Quackity felt some semblance of comfort in the Brit's welcoming touch. Perhaps, just perhaps, he liked it enough to lean into it further.
Then Quackity yanked his hand away, huffed, and stood up. He looked down at the taller. What a pathetic sight, he decided. Wilbur, all big and strong, sitting below him. The bewildered expression that had taken over the Brit's face almost made Quackity smile. Almost. Quackity quickly spun on his heels. Lowering his voice as he spoke, he said "Leave my country, Wilbur." He didn't bother saying much more; Wilbur wasn't worth his time.
And with that, he walked away. He didn't bother looking back at the confused brit that kneeled on the needle's balcony alone.
(What's that? You were expecting it to have a cute and wholesome ending? Yeah, right.)
