Quackity doesn’t dare sour your mood by telling you about Schlatt. Not when you look so happy. He simply nods his head slowly, mumbling a confirmation under his breath. It is silent again, but this time it is more comfortable than before.
“Oh, I’m being rude aren’t I?” You sit up and shove your hand out to the male. In a lazy manner you introduce yourself to Quackity. In turn, he gives his name before grasping your hand in his own, shaking it loosely. Their hands are soft, unlike Schlatt’s. You smile widely and flop back onto the grass. The next couple of hours are followed by long conversations between you two. Many topics are thrown around and the mood seems to lighten. For the most part, Quackity feels better about being around you, as long as he doesn’t look at your horns that is.
But, every relationship hides their own problems from the public
After months of knowing you, Quackity still can’t help his lingering thoughts. He just can’t stop comparing you to Schlatt. It is your horns, for the most part, that send him spiralling back to the beginning. He tries to hide his fear, behind corny jokes and playful gestures but it doesn’t help too much. You can see it clearly. How his eyes linger on your horns. How he flinches if you move too fast. How he still looks at you with fear in his eyes. You tried bringing up the topic with him, not wanting to resurface bad memories, but knowing that you’ll have to talk about it eventually.