QUACKITYS POV:
"Wilbur, how have you been?" I ask, to break the silence.
"Tired," Wilbur response, quietly.
"Huh? I can't hear you.. my uh hearing isn't the best nowadays." I explain quickly and mess with my beanie.
"I feel tired, and sorry." Wilbur apologizes and picks up his pace to walk besides me.
"Why are you saying "Sorry?" You didn't do anything?" I ask, confused.
"I know you don't like people drinking, I'm sorry." He walks with his head down and mumbles.
"Wilbur I drink too, you don't need to apologize." I reassure him and pat his back.
"You do? That's.. mm never-mind." He shakes his head and lifts his head up.
"No, what do you mean by "that's"?" I question, looking at him.
"Its just- last time we spoked you were upset because I was drinking more than I should have.." Wilbur looked at me with a guilty look.
I sigh, "I was just a little sensitive at that time, and I had no right to speak to you like that, I'm sorry." I apologize, knowing to which time I blew up on him.
"It's okay, I just should have known after his death the subject of alcohol would be sensitive." He pushes his glasses up his nose and flashes a straiten smile.
"The house is right up here." I change the subject, not wanting to talk about him.
"Okay, oh-uhm-actually- never-mind." Wilbur shakes his head and slows his pace.
"Are you going to ask about my scars?" I assume.
"Mhmm, but I feel as it would be rude too." He states and scratches his neck.
"It's fine, which one are you wondering about?" I open my front door, and walk in.
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LAS NEVADAS (tntduo)
Fanfictionc!QUACKITY X c!WILBUR c!TNTDUO SHIP After Wilburs revival Tommy takes him to Las Nevadas, not wanting Wilbur to be homeless because he doesn't want to take him in.
