It had been months since the smp had quieted down. Since Wilbur came into Las Nevadas and convinced him he was worth it. Peace. Something Quackity hadn't known since much before Schlatt.

Since Wilbur's visit he'd been making changes. The biggest was that he stepped down from his position as president of Las Nevadas. He was also making personal fixes, he was coming out of the shell he had created to protect himself so long ago, the one that pushed everyone away and made him feel like an asshole constantly.

The warm golden rays peeked through the soft fabric curtains draped around their window, making the duck hybrid's deep black eye push itself open, groaning quietly at the sudden light. He could feel Wilbur asleep beside him, still in his soft plaid pants and baggy band t-shirt.