He Can't Sleep. But He Loves It..

You and Quackity are close friends. The two of you could act like children and neither of you would judge..

You both have been friends since a young age, and he's attached at the hip with you most days, if he isn't it's just... weird.

One night, it was raining gently, and it was freezing cold. So, you were simply under a bunch of blankets, weighted, warm, fluffy- all that. Quackity.. didn't mind sleeping on the floor, despite your protests, he slept on the ground... Minus the sleep.

Quackity was wide awake, staring at the ceiling, sometimes glancing at you, who was sleeping in a... strange bit comfy position. He held your hand while you slept - the one that wad hanging off the bed.