Assassin Au - Tnt Duo

35 - Birthday

Quackity POV

Wilbur requests to sleep in the same bed again that night. Quackity is unsure about it, but eventually he agrees; not wanting to suddenly become indifferent out of fear.

The other man slides into bed next to him with a soft smile.
"How are you feeling?" he asks. "Regretting it yet?"

"No???" Quackity replies a bit defensively.

"I'm surprised you changed your mind is all," Wilbur continues. He seems to be a bit less anxious and pale right now, the other assassin likes that he's feeling better.

"You brought up a good point, if I lost you I'd always think of the answer I refused to give," Quackity tells him. "It made me think, and reminded me of Luzu..."

"Luzu?" Wilbur asks.

"Luzu said he was going to ask me something after I came back from the mission where you were my target," Quackity starts to explain. "I think it was a similar question, being more than just platonic friends... but he waited to ask, then he lost me."

"He's coming with us though isn't he?" Wilbur asks. "Will he be upset that uh... that you're with me?"

"I don't know if he will even make it out of the agency," the shorter assassin replies truthfully. "It's... more heavily guarded and tracked."

Wilbur looks like he wants to tell him something but he doesn't.

"I just haven't thought about it," Quackity admits. "I don't really want to think about it, I never did. I liked him but... I didn't want to think about moving to that level."

It's all a mess, my life is a complete mess...
Why am I settling for someone who literally kidnapped me?

But he looks at Wilbur and he knows why: they are going to run away together, he would have never got this chance at the other agency. In a way... Wilbur had saved his future.
He can't be mad about settling for someone like that.

"Just please don't mess this up, or I'll kill you," he manages.

"I wouldn't mind being killed by you, would be a hot way to go..." Wilbur grins a bit. "But I promise you I won't mess this up."

"I know you've done freaky stuff before and I wish I could prove it," Quackity sighs and shakes his head.

"Actuallyyyy I haven't," Wilbur replies. "Who's gonna give me a chance?"

"Me apparently," Quackity says, then realizes what that implies.
"I mean, not... not for that sort of stuff, don't you dare smile at me like that!"

Wilbur keeps that grin on his face anyways.
"Oh really?"

The shorter male buries his face in his pillow.
"I'm never talking to you again," he says, voice muffled.

There's the sound of Wilbur shifting closer, then a hand gently rests on top of Quackity's.

He slowly lifts his head and looks over at Wilbur.

"You don't gotta be romantic..."

"Aw ok," Wilbur removes his hand as the other man turns onto his side.

"Nope, put that back," Quackity changes his mind.

Wilbur grabs his hand again.

Quackity smiles a bit in satisfaction, then closes his eyes.