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This fight had been going on for about a week, and he was so done with it.
“Stop, just stop! I work so fucking hard to pay my part of the goddamn rent, and you just sit around with your guitar all fucking day. God, think about someone other than yourself!” Quackity shouted, his voice raised to a point of strain.
Wilbur sighed, tired. "Look, Q, I’m sorry. I-It’s not like I don’t have a job.” “A job you barely go to!” Quackity said, dragging his palm down his face.
Wilbur winced, backing away from Quackity. “I-” “And another thing. Man, I’m fucking begging you to work just a little bit harder. You’re leaching off my money. Like a fucking disease. We’re roommates, we’re supposed to support each other. It feels like you’re just taking, and it’s pissing me off.”
Wilbur frowned, looking at the redness on his fingers from playing his instrument. “Quackity, stop shouting at me, I’m sorry-” “Sorry doesn't cut it, Wilbur! Lo juro por dios, you need to pull yourself together and pull your weight.”
“Well, why don’t I leave? If I can’t pull my fucking weight why don’t I just leave.” Wilbur retorted, a hurt expression crossing his face before being replaced by anger. He walked out of the room, heading towards their shared bedroom. “Wilbur-” But he ignored him.
He went to his bed, grabbing his clothes from off the floor and stuffing them in a suitcase. He put his guitar stand in his backpack, placing the instrument itself into its case.
This was the part where he shuts up.
He didn’t speak to Quackity the rest of the night, as the shorter man had gone out.
He scribbled a farewell on a post-it, placing it on the counter across from Quackity’s bed. He pulled on his coat and his guitar case, lacing his hiking boots up and putting a beanie on his head. He grabbed his suitcase… and left.
He sat at the closest bus stop with a bus to the airport, about 2 miles away from their apartment complex., emotions welling up in his chest. He was going back to live with Phil, he supposed. But he wasn’t going to cry in public. He wasn’t.
It was cold. His nose and cheeks were flushed, and he could see his breath. He was shivering. He tried to tell himself he didn’t miss Quackity. He just missed the thought of what they were. That’s all.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Just as the bus turned the corner to pull up to the stop, he heard something.
“Wilbur!”
“...?” He turned his head to the side, seeing a certain avian running towards him. When Quackity reached him, the guy was panting. Had he run all the way from their apartment?
He stood up, cocking his head to the side. “What are you doing here-?” Quackity huffed, pulling Wilbur into a tight hug. “Oof-”
The brunette hugged him back, his brows furrowed. “I don’t want you to leave, mi amor. Stay, please.” Quackity said slowly, his face pressed against Wilbur’s chest. Wilbur buried his face in Quackity's hair, only now just realizing the man wasn’t even wearing his beanie. He was not dressed in winter attire at all.
“Aren’t you bloody cold?” He asked, eyeing the goosebumps on the man’s skin. “What do you think, man? I didn’t really have time to put a coat on when I saw your note I...” Wilbur sighed, pulling off his coat even though he was freezing as well, and he gave it to Quackity.
“Gracias.” The man said. Wilbur looked back at the bus, frowning. “Guess I’m not going?” Quackity laughed. “You better not, you’d be a fucking prick, dude.” Wilbur smiled, grabbing his suitcase and putting his guitar case back on his back.
They walked home after that.
When they got home, they were both shivering heavily. It was incredibly cold, more than usual.
Wilbur made hot chocolate, placing mugs in front of him. When they sat down on the couch, Quackity was avoiding the taller man’s gaze ever so slightly. “Are you okay?” Wilbur asked.
Quackity leaned against him, his wing twitching slightly. “...I’m sorry for yelling. You… did understand where I was coming from though, right?” Wilbur paused, then nodded. “I do. I’m sorry, too.”
The avian nodded against Wilbur, yawning. “Goodnight, mi amor…” Wilbur smiled, yawning himself as well.
Quackity eventually fell asleep, his head hung on the other’s shoulder. Wilbur pressed a kiss to his lover’s raven hair, and held him closer.
“Goodnight, Q.”