#davis2

There was definitely something going on with Louie and Davis. Ferdie had noticed a marked change in the way they behaved with each other since Louie’s injury, which made sense—a lot of things changed due to that incident—but it was the specific way in which those two acted around one another that drew his attention. Well, Davis’ feelings had always been pretty obvious, even if Ferdie hadn’t known him a sliver of how long he’d known Louie. Still, things had noticeably shifted lately. Louie clung to Davis more, and was more openly affectionate. He deferred to him more than could typically be expected of Louie Duck, letting him choose where they went or what they did when it used to be definitively the opposite. That one could be a sign that their arrangement was simply gaining more of a balance, but the real kicker was this: whenever Louie said something particularly clever, he always looked at Davis first to see if he smiled. Ferdie knew what Louie in love looked like.

While they were all hanging out one night in Davis’ hot tub and their host got out to refill their drinks, Louie leaned over and kissed him casually before he left. Then he had the audacity to deny that there was anything going on between them when questioned. Kissing was just something they did now, as friends. Sure. Ferdie hopped out of the tub with an excuse about going to the bathroom, when he really headed straight to the indoor bar to confront Davis instead. “Hey.” He jumped right in, no time for beating around the bush. “Louie’s being evasive, but I figured you might be more honest. You have feelings for each other, yes?”