-Quackity is...Hesitant, to say the least. After Schlatt died, he'd always told himself he was never going back.

-He missed his husband. Of course, he did. But he didn't miss how Schlatt made him feel sometimes.

-His biggest issue was there were good times too. There were so many good times, he made him so happy sometimes.

-And he couldn't pretend he didn't feel lonely.

-So, he decided to go. Just to see what it was like, he told himself. He'd keep an eye out for any red flags and he wouldn't ignore them this time.

-But as soon as he arrived, he could tell something was off.

-Glatt was honestly just glad that someone was visiting. He'd never had someone visit. And more than that, it was Q! His baby!

-He still looked so beautiful. But he had a scar now. He didn't remember that.

-Glatt stroked a finger over the scar, not missing the way Q flinched. But he shushed him gently, telling him he still looked so gorgeous and always would to him.

-Glatt pretended he didn't remember anything that was wrong with their relationship. At least, Q first thought he was pretending.

-He thought for a moment that Glatt was trying to manipulate him, get his guard down. Maybe he was trying to make him think none of that actually happened.

-But as they talked a bit more, Q became more convinced that Glatt actually didn't remember...Well, a lot.

-Maybe that was for the best. He didn't think he could handle the man remembering and simply not caring.

-But Glatt acted like everything was just fine and Q was tempted to let himself believe it.

-Maybe this could be a second chance for them.

-Tears burned behind Q's eyes at that thought, but he refused to let himself be seen as weak.

-They've always been very touchy. Ever since they started dating, they'd always been all over each other.

-Which was why it was a surprise when it took a really long time for them to actually sleep together for the first time.

-Schlatt had never really slept around before dating Quackity and part of him was nervous about it.

-Neither pushed it until it happened naturally.

-It had seemed like the perfect time when they finally ended up in bed like that.

-Quackity had thought about it for a while. Of course, he had.

-He didn't think they needed to talk about it. He thought it would happen like he always assumed it would, Schlatt topping him. He thought everyone assumed that even if they didn't say it.

-When he asked if Schlatt wanted to prep him or if he should do it himself, things were different.

-He got quiet and Quackity knew something was wrong, he'd always been able to read him and he could tell something was bothering him.

-Schlatt wasn't about to admit what he wanted, of course. He'd do whatever Q wanted from him, but Quackity wasn't having it. He asked him if he wanted to bottom, making sure he knew there was no shame in it.

-Their first time was awkward, but there was no tension between them.

-Both were gentle with one another, constantly making sure the other was still doing okay.

Schlatt is never really soft in front of other people, but when he's drunk, he can't help it. Q can't overstate how soft and pliant Schlatt becomes, he just wants to be good and not have to think. It scares sober Schlatt. Though, he'd never admit that, of course. Nothing scares sober Schlatt. Luckily, Q knows how to take care of both of his husbands. He’s insisted that Schlatt stay inside if he was going to get that drunk, scared of what might happen to him if he was like that and out there somewhere.

Anything could happen to him, anyone could find him. But he could take care of Schlatt if he stayed home with him instead and he’d always ensure nothing happened to him. Schlatt had accepted those terms and had taken full advantage of being able to get drunk in the house. It wasn’t often that he let it go that far, but it wasn’t uncommon either. He isn't surprised when Schlatt comes to him one night, standing in the doorway as if he doesn't know what to do with himself. And Quackity knows that he doesn't.

But that's okay because he beckons his lover over and holds him on the couch for a bit. He takes a moment to just be with his husband. Schlatt seems content to let himself be held, his head spinning as he tries to calm himself down. But he doesn't know what's going on, doesn't even feel like his body is his own. And that would scare him if he was with anyone else. This is Quackity, though. He knows that Quackity would never do anything to hurt him, so he trusts himself to be vulnerable against the other man.

Quackity smiles when he feels a kiss being pressed to the side of his throat. Any other time, it would lead to something. Neck kisses like that. But Schlatt was drunk, drunker than usual, and Quackity would never hurt his lover in that way. Instead, he just lets it happen and presses a kiss to Schlatt's forehead in return. He murmurs something and Schlatt can't understand it. He's not sure if his mind just isn't catching up or if it was in Spanish. He's lost either way, but then Quackity is pulling him up by his hands.

“Let’s get you something to drink, okay?” Before Schlatt can protest and tell Quackity he’s had enough, his husband continued and explained himself a bit. “We’ll get you some tea. It’ll help,” And Schlatt doesn’t get it, he doesn’t know how tea will help, but he trusts Quackity. So, he nodded and followed after him. His hand never left Quackity’s, feeling like his husband might disappear if he lets him go. More than anything, he doesn’t want to be alone. He doesn’t want Quackity to leave him. And he knows that he won’t.

Schlatt’s head hurt as they stepped inside of the kitchen, it was too bright and smelled too much like cleaning products. But he tried not to make a fuss over it. Hopefully, they wouldn’t be staying there too long. He couldn’t stand for too much longer anyway without falling over. Another kiss is being pressed to his face, leaving one on his cheek this time. A fond smile was on his husband’s face as he finally let go and put the kettle on to make some tea. He’d always made the best tea, better than Schlatt could.

Though, he didn’t do it often and that just made it feel more special. As he let the tea boil and prepare, he pressed up into Schlatt’s side and just held onto him. Part of it was because he knew drinking affected Schlatt’s stability, but also because he knew his husband liked to be close to people when he was like this. He was surprisingly clingy when he was drinking. A strong arm wrapped around Quackity and held him closer to his side. He’d always loved being in his husband’s arms, even if he was drunk like this.

They waited for a bit even after the tea was ready, not quite willing to pull away just yet. Quackity finally did, knowing it would be better and they could relax more once they were in bed. He quickly prepared the tea just the way his husband liked it and carried the cup himself, not wanting to risk Schlatt spilling it and hurting himself. He took Schlatt’s hand in his free one and gave him a reassuring smile. They’d be in bed soon and it would feel a lot better once his husband was actually laying down.

“Come on, little ram. Let’s get you into bed,” Schlatt shivered at the nickname. He’d always liked it even if he fought against it while sober. It made him feel soft and small, and he could fully appreciate it like this. The promise of being in bed and cuddling made him even more willing to accept the name. He even let Quackity help him into bed, leaving himself sitting up even as his husband tucked him into bed like he was a lamb again. But he surprisingly didn’t mind, it actually made him feel safe.

His head was still spinning as he raised the cup to his lips and took a small sip. It had been steaming, but Quackity had overwhelmed it with milk and cooled it down just enough for Schlatt. He didn’t mind the comfortable burn in his throat, though. Honestly, he didn’t know if he could mind anything when Quackity was trying so hard to take care of him. The younger man curled up closer to him in bed and left kisses all along his warm skin. Schlatt thought he could live in that moment forever.