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Wilbur gazed down at the cigarette between his fingers, lifting it to his lips to take a long drag from it. "Do you think I've been too harsh with Tommy?" He lifted his head to look at Quackity who was sitting by his side, shuffling his deck of cards on the bar.

"I think that, maybe, you should be firmer." The ravenette shuffled the cards once more, then paused to take a drink of his small glass of liquor. "Instead of being mean, y'know?" He tilted his head, gazing at Wilbur now.

The brunette fidgeted with his sleeve for a moment, unconsciously pulling his wings against his body more. "Well, yeah, but he just gets me so worked up...it's hard not to snap at him. After everything that they've done to me, should I really forgive them? Techno and Tommy, I mean. I'd never forgive Phil." His hand clenched to a fist, raising his other hand to take a drag of his cigarette, but Quackity stopped him short.

"At least Tommy...he's your younger brother, he thought that Philza was in the right. Tommy never hit you, did he?" Once Wilbur shook his head, he continued. "Exactly, so he's not a real threat anyways. He's your younger brother, Soot, I think it's only fair." Quackity grabbed the cigarette from Wilbur's hand, taking a drag of it before giving it back.

"And Techno?"

"That's your choice."

The Prince looked back down at his hands, listening to the soft hum of conversation that buzzed around the bar, and the steady sound of Quackity shuffling his cards for no particular reason. "What if he betrays me?"

"Then don't let yourself be vulnerable to him. You can forgive a person without trusting them fully." Quackity paused to take a sip of his drink. "Forgiveness is a way for the both of you to heal and, perhaps, eventually mend things. It's the first step for him to earn a little bit of trust back." When Wilbur didn't respond to his words, he continued talking. "That doesn't mean you have to accept his apology. Ever. Just a thought."

"I think...I think I want to at least try and forgive Tommy. He hasn't tried to kill me yet." Wilbur gave a weak laugh, leaning his elbow against the bar to rest his head on his hand. "Anyways, why're you shuffling your cards all the time?"

"Because it keeps my hands busy, and it's relaxing." The ravenette admitted, the feathers on his wings ruffling in annoyance as he messed up the shuffle.

Wilbur gave an amused grin, reaching out to run his fingertips across his golden wings. He snickered softly as he watched Quackity drop his cards on the wooden bar whenever he touched his wings. "Your wings are so sensitive, Q." Wilbur leaned closer to him.

"You better shut up, pendejo. Or I'll show you who's sensitive." He murmured lowly, his tone having the hint of a threat. Or a warning. It sent a thrill through Wilbur, making him grin more.

"Oh, really? And what if I don't wanna shut up? It's not really nice to call me an asshole," He leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Alex Quackity Nevad-" He was cut off as Quackity grabbed the collar of his shirt, that action was enough to make Wilbur submit like usual.

"Awh, look who's all embarrassed now." The golden-winged Prince smirked, his breath brushing across Wilbur's lips. "Is the poor Wilbur Soot Craft flustered?"

"I'm not a 'Craft'..." Wilbur mumbled.

"Oh? Would you like my last name instead? Wilbur Soot Nevadas, does that sound better?" Quackity teased, giggling lowly as he watched Wilbur's face become red. "I think that sounds much better, wouldn't you agree?" His hand tightened around his shirt collar, dragging him closer.