If it's not in the Guidebook.

There’s a soft grin. 

Huey was definitely his. No doubt about it. 

“True, but what does it and Gizmoduck say about telling the truth?”

He hated to do this. 

He takes a deep breath.

“Huey….Mijo. What does the Junior Woodchuck guidebook say about holding in feelings?”

“Junior Woodchuck guidebook rule 30; Feelings are important to share.” Ouch, using his own guidebook gainst him. 

“Is that so? No….weird feelings about…what happened today?”

He shifts a bit as Huey sits down next to him, but falls back into stillness. Louie pretends he doesn’t have energy most of the time, but now he REALLY doesn’t have the energy to care. He didn’t get why he had to be punished, not even Uncle Scrooge sent him to his room.

Louie sniffled as Huey spoke up again. He appreciated his brother trying to cheer him up, he does, but he wasn’t in the mood for it. However, he didn’t want another person getting mad at him, so he piped in softly and hoarsely.

“Where, uh, where did you go again?”  

“I don’t exactly know, but there were cowboys.” That was a lie, with some hints from historic landmarks he was able to tell exactly where he was and the best way to get around. However, this wasn’t really the time to get into all that.

He had to be a big brother. 

“Hey there pal….. you doing alright?”

This was stupid. This was so stupid and it was so unfair. He messed up, but he apologized. And he was actually sorry this time. For Uncle Donald that’s all that mattered, but now he was curled up on his bed, his head tucked into his hoodie as he tried his best not to cry.

Though it was puffy and red eyes that went up to meet Huey’s when his brother spoke. Louie’s narrowed gaze looked at the tray before smooshing his face deeper into his pillow.

“’Mnothungry.”

He set the tray down on their Nightstand. Maybe he should have brought water instead of Pep, but he thought it might cheer Louie up. Evidently not. The eldest duck brother took a seat on the edge of the bed, allowing some silence. 

Allowing some time before he broke the tension.

Huey entered their room with a tray occupying both of his hands, using his foot to close the door behind him. Immediately the weird tension hit him, not the same kind he was more or less used to after one of them had a petty fight. This felt thicker and weighed heavier. 

“Oh, boo-hoo, my boyfriend has a long and successful comic career and is widely-loved in other countries.” That’s you, Huey. That’s what you sound like to him.

Dewford Duck. You are not gonna make him stoop down to that level of immaturity. He’s the eldest brother and the beacon of maturity.

Scrooge giggled, giving Huey’s cap a gentle ruffle. “What Ah mean is; don’t be afraid tae’ break one of my rules, especially if it means ye’ll be happy.”

“I’m just saying if you, Dewey and I started wearing different clothes and different colors, no one would be able to tell us apart unless we started talking.”

“Well, that’s rebellion multiplied to one-hundred, but um - don’t be afraid tae’ break a few rules.”

There’s a pause as Louie looks his brother up and down. “Are you sure about that?”