"Damn, are you shivering? If you're that cold, you could just steal one of your brother's shitty jackets" A familiar voice commented from behind where you stood

Ah. If it isn't the man of the hour, Quackity. The man you knew so much, yet so little about.

Quackity shrugs off his jacket as he joins you on the balcony. He must be used to the night air by now- he does own the place after all.