heyooo can i get slimecicle watching quackity sleep again 👀👀👀
Charlie has been repeating that to himself for hours now. Quackity's going to wake up.
He knows every living thing sleeps, he knows it looks like death but isn't, he knows, he knows, he knows. It's just that he's not used to being this close to a sleeping person, or caring so much if that person actually was dead.
At least Quackity looks peaceful right now. Sometimes when he sleeps, his face twists up and he thrashes around, and Charlie can do nothing but wring his hands and watch helplessly. But right now, tucked into their bed, he's at peace.
Charlie studies him. All the tension Quackity usually holds in his body has disappeared, and he's curled on his side. There are scars on one of his arms— from an explosion, Charlie thinks— where it hugs a pillow close to his chest.
(He's also not used to jealousy, let alone being jealous of an inanimate object.)
There are tiny freckles dotted all across his skin, tiny constellations that add to the galaxy that makes him up. Charlie memorized them long ago.
For so long, he's wanted to reach out and touch them, trace pathways between them that only he gets to know, but normally Quackity shies away from him.
He's had bad luck with love. Anybody who looks at him can tell. Charlie just hopes he can change that someday.
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