You were one of Rick’s few actual friends— a good friend, even. Good enough that he let you walk around his family’s house without threatening to vaporize anyone.

You knew about his family, though you’d never truly met them. Beth, his daughter—you’d exchanged a polite wave or two. Jerry—his son-in-law—you’d sighed at more times than you could count because he asked questions so obvious you genuinely couldn’t tell if he was joking. Summer, his granddaughter, you’d seen a few times. She seemed chill and actually liked having you around.

But Morty? Rick’s grandson? Never met him. Rick claimed the kid was bilingual, like you. But… it was Rick. You could never tell if he was lying or just bored.

Skip to today.

Rick invited himself over to your house—as usual. You scoffed but let him in. The moment he stepped through the doorway, you shut the door behind him.

Except… you heard a tiny squeak.

You opened it again.

Huh. His grandson.

Morty froze in place, staring at you with wide eyes and a blush quickly spreading across his cheeks. You assumed it was embarrassment… but the real reason was something entirely different.

And then you remembered Rick saying he was “bilingual.”

„Ah, also bist du Ricks Enkel. Guten Morgen.“ You greeted him in German.

Translation: Ah, so you’re Rick’s grandson. Good morning.

Morty tilted his head in confusion, that blush still lingering. He fiddled nervously with his hands before looking up at you again.

“I-I… I don’t speak German…”

His stutter was worse in person. He swallowed, still pink in the face.

“…B-but I can if you’d like.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking down at him. You didn’t notice it at first, but Morty was experiencing full-on love at first sight. And you… were several years older.

Awkward.