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"Never trust them americans, Tommy." You should have never trusted me.
The last thing Wilbur had said to him. The last thing that sick bastard had left him with was 'never trust them americans.' Who does that? What the hell is wrong with that guy? Did he not take their friendship seriously, even whilst 'apologizing'?
Rain poured down from the dark skies, soaking Tommy completely as wind pushed him along in no direction in particular. Unluckily for the wind, Tommy was feeling too petty to listen to it's wishes, so he went the absolute opposite way of where the wind was pushing, getting pelted by the angry drops that not even the oak trees stood a chance against stopping.
Tears streamed down the boys face as he pushed through the force of the wind, blending in with the raindrops. He felt mad, sure, but most of all he felt betrayed. Tommy devoted his entire life to this fucker since he was what, 14? He became a child solider for the man, and all he wanted back was love. In the end, Tommy didn't even get that.
God, after all he did for the man, he still left him. Is he that... Replaceable? Is it that easy to just leave a friendship like that? Brotherhood? And for what, a job at a Utah gas station? He stomped through the wet grass as even more tears ran down his face. As much as he wanted to hate the man for everything he did to Tommy, he couldn't. The only thing he could hate him for was leaving.
Fucking Utah bro...
He could only miss the comfort he would get after nightmares, or how the man would jokingly bully him into letting him dry his hair after showers, or how he give Tommy his guitar picks if his raccoon instincts we're acting up, or how the man would comfort him when crying. When he was little. How he would pet name the hell out of Tommy and scratch around his ears, softly running his hand through his hair digging through enough fluff to perfectly get his scalp-
Tommy collapsed onto his knees in the grass.
His jeans got wet but he didn't care. All he could do was cry. Tommy just lost his brother, his caregiver, not even 30 minutes ago for good. He would never get the comforting hugs, or late night cuddles, or get carried around like royalty ever again. He just lost his brother, his family, the last person who gave a shit about whether he was alive or dead.
He screamed.
It was long, high-pitched and heartbroken, a voice crack appearing half way through. The raccoon boy gave a sad chitter right after. He had lost fucking everything, he has nothing. He has no one. He has nothing to live for, no one to care for him. He was alone, and not to mention feeling little.
Despite all Wilbur did to him- idolizing his abuser, turning him into a child soldier, letting his best friend get murdered and having the nerve to continue his lies and manipulative tactics even after he had been revived, Tommy would still miss him. And that was what hurt the most, the fact that he gave Wilbur unwavering loyalty and he still left him.
Tommy felt dizzy. Screaming your heart out into the air will do that to you, though. He still could barely see due to the tears that clouded his vision, and he was very noticeably shaking as well. That wasn't changing, and it probably wouldn't for a few hours. A few hours of him sitting in wet grass, crying until he eventually becomes numb or makes himself pass out. Hopefully he can drown in a puddle.
He was simply done. But then he heard a noice.
"Hey! Anyone out here?!" A faint yell, it sounded far away but in reality, the rain just made it sound quiet. The raccoon hybrid let out a scared, purposely loud chitter. He knew who this was, he knew it was Quackity based on the voice, but he couldn't bring himself to worry that they were technically on different sides. He was feeling too young to worry about that.
As sound of boots hitting the soft ground grew as well as the clinking of metal, Tommy knew that Quackity was getting closer. He was still calling out, but Tommy was too caught up in his own panic to respond to... Anything really. He did give another chitter, though, and Quackity immediately snapped to his direction.
He jogged toward Tommy before pausing infront of the boy. "Tommy?" He asked, his voice wavering at the sight in front of him.
"Qua'ity?" Tommy slurred out slightly drowned out by the sound of the rain, looking up at the scarred man with wide blue eyes before letting out a scared chitter. Quackity had a look of realization before he dropped down, squatting infront of Tommy before looking the boy over. Seeing no physical injuries, he relaxes, but not for long as Tommy lets out a sad cry.
"What's wrong, pollito?" Quackity's suspicions of the boy regressing were confirmed as Tommy let's out yet another loud cry, but much more broken than the last one. Quackity dropped down to his knees, not bothering the wet grass at this point in favor of comforting the little, and put his hands on Tommy's shoulders, rubbing- a soothing motion.
"Hurts!" Tommy cried out, moving his arms to cover his face as tears ran down his face, feeling worked up from just the presence of a slightly comforting adult figure. Quackity frowned, "Where does it hurt, duckling?" He asked, simply wanting to make it better for the regressed boy.
Tommy let out a sad chitter. "My heart!" He sobs. His voice cracks and he begins to shake his arms infront of his torso. Quackity felt as if he could cry in the moment, too. Whatever the poor boy had went through clearly hurt him, and while he couldn't do much, he could still take care of the boy. Maybe he could even get an explanation out of him once he felt better.
Quackity stood up. "Can you walk? or do you need to be carried, mi cosa dulce?" He asked carefully, but hoped for a quick answer as he was beginning to get soaked by the rain as well, despite being a duck hybrid. Luckily, he wasn't dirty like Tommy was. He was just wet. He did make a mental note to give the boy a warm bath later though.
Tommy just gave a scared chitter and shook his head. Quackity took that as a go ahead and picked up the shaking boy, thanking his past self for deciding to get stronger after having been beaten by Technoblade all those months ago. He was able to easily adjust the boy on his hip, who buried his head into Quackity's shoulder immediately. He would give a coo if he didn't feel so sad for the boy.
The walk back to Las Nevadas was quiet, apart from the aggressive rain pouring. Quackity would let out a calming quack whenever Tommy would give a scared chitter. The raccoon almost felt like he was with Philza when he was in 'bird brain' mode, but, he hasn't had that in years. As much as Tommy misses it, he thinks he might prefer the current love Quackity is showing him right now... Even if it is basic kindness.
He was probably bias, though, after everything that went down with Philza.
The wind still continued to push at the two, as if the world was simply against Tommy, but Quackity fought for him and they managed to make it back to Las Nevadas. Quackity sighed in relief at the sight of his city, readjusting the boy on his hip as he set down the lamp lit path and made his way to the tower holding his office.
Tommy didn't once remove his head from Quackity's neck as the boy silently cried in his arms. He was shaking still, but not as bad as before. Tommy had calmed for the most part, he wasn't sobbing loudly, struggling to breathe or trying to find something to do with his arms. Quackity considered this as a win.
Quackity walked in to the tower. They had walked for about ten minutes, but when you're carrying someone, it feels like much longer. He had gotten stronger, sure, but even he was tired out. He had yet to get the blonde to somewhere warm, though, so that was his new set goal.
"Hey, duckling, we're out of the rain now!" He put faux excitement in his voice to try to excite the little, and it kind of worked. The blonde finally removed his head from Quackity to look into his brown eyes with watery blue ones, and something was very clearly going on in his mind, but he could pry into that when the boy wasn't little and likely to panic at any mention of what happened.
"You want to press the elevator button?" He gave a playful eye roll when Tommy shook his head in favor of cuddling back into Quackity. He had heard jokes about Tommy being clingy, but he had never thought he would be subjected to it. He pressed the number 10 on the panel and finally felt relaxed now that he had got his boy to a safe place.
The elevator stopped and Quackity eagerly stepped out with Tommy in tow, and zero plans to let the boy out of his sight for the next few weeks. Not that he needed to tell him that. Quackity lazily dug his keys from his pocket with his free hand and unlocked the door with an amount of effort he didn't want to admit to. Anything to finally be in a comfortable room, though.
"We're here, cariño." Quackity made his way to the bathroom with no explanation as Tommy rised his head from the brunettes neck, clearly having fell asleep for a little bit. Quackity sat him down on the toilet seat and turned his attention to the bath tub, turning on both the hot and cold water to make the ideal warm temperature.
He then got some body wash out and poured it in the water, finally giving one last glance to make sure the water stopper was on correctly before looking at Tommy. The blonde looked worse for wear now that Quackity could get a good look at him in the light. Muddy, wet with both rain and tear tracks paired with unbelievable eyebags. It hurt the duck hybrid to see him like that.
"Tommy, can I tell you what's going to happen?" He knew the boy had dealt with too much recently, and even if he didn't know what exactly, he didn't wanna surprise the raccoon with anything he could freak out over. If he was to get the blondes trust, he had to make sure everything was in the air and that the raccoon knew exactly what was going on. He gave a reassuring smile as Tommy nodded.
"I'm going to go get you some of my clothes and let you get in the bath. Ill wash your hair for you, ducky, but then you can do the rest." Tommy nodded, looking a little excited, and Quackity couldn't help but mirror his emotions. How long has it been since Tommy was taken care of? No matter, he'll just do it if Wilbur couldn't. Speaking of, where was Wilbur?
"You can stay here for as long as you need, ducky. I'd love to take care of my boy. Speaking of..." He pretended he didn't see the blush on Tommy's face as he gave a serious look. "How old are you, little one?" Tommy's eyes widened.
The blonde had assumed he wasn't clearly regressing, and now that he thinks about it- well, it was a little obvious, sure, but he's still curious as to why Quackity knows what it is anyways. Hesitantly, Tommy holds up three fingers to the duck hybrid who gives a curt nod.
"Big man, huh?" He laughs. "It's okay, mi pollito. I'll take care of you, as long as you need." Quackity gives him a boop on the nose and laughs out loud at the pout he got in return. Suddenly, Quackity's face lights up as he sinks to his knees and opens up the cabinet under the sink. The duck rummages around before smiling and grabbing what he was looking for, pulling the container out.
Some things knock out of the cabinet, but as Quackity put's them back, the only thing Tommy can look at is the container the duck hybrid pulled out. Tommy would've laughed if he were bigger, but being little, he basically had stars in his eyes as he looked at what the container was filled of. Rubber duckies, each with varying colorful designs.
He's happy, but he's also curious as to why the duck hybrid has them at all. The raccoon gives a questioning head tilt to the shorter man, who also looked confused before Tommy mouthed the words 'why have' and despite it only coming out as a whisper, Quackity understood what the boy meant.
"I actually used to be like you," he sighed. "Age regression. Not anymore, though, it's been months. I have other ways to cope." He would've mentioned that he lost his caregivers, but Tommy didn't need that negativity in little space.
The raccoon boy's eyes lit up. "L'ke me...?!" He slurred out, a grin forming on his face as he looked at Quackity expectantly. The brunette also gave a grin, except much more... Hesitantly.
"Like you, buddy." He looked over to the water and rushed over to turn it off. There was just enough water for a bath.
"Alright, ducky, you're gonna have to undress and get in the tub by yourself. Ill be waiting in the apartment." The raccoon gave a scared chitter, he didn't want to be alone. Quackity could feel his heart break a second time tonight.
"Don't worry, mi pollito! I'll be right back in to wash your hair once your sinked in the bubbles. It'll be nice and warm, promise!" He sticks his pinky out. Tommy hesitantly takes it and solidifies the pinky promise, one Quackity doubts Tommy will forget about even when feeling older.
Quackity picks up the tub of ducks and sits it on the side of the shockingly large bathtub before walking out the door with one last reassuring smile to Tommy. Now, he should have time to get the regressed boy a few things he may need.
He went to his own room in search of clothes. He looked though his clothed and grabbed drawstring pajama pants as well as a sweatshirt. His clothes would likely be bigger on Tommy considering the difference in their builds, but that shouldn't pose a problem.
Quackity was about to leave before he snatched a beanie off of the bedside table, with a matching logo to his own that he currently was wearing. As a treat to keep the raccoon boys ears warm, though- not because he thought it would be cute. Of course not.
He took the pile of clothing in his hand and made his way back to the bathroom, walking a little faster than he really needed to. What? He wanted to get back to his boy. Quackity knocked on the door a few times before twisting the knob, knowing that the little probably wouldn't be able to respond to him.
Quackity absolutely melted at the sight he walked in to. Tommy was sunk in the bathtub, everything below his neck covered by the bubbly water as he laid his head back. His eyes were closed and for the first time tonight, and in months that they've seen each other- Tommy looked relaxed. He's never seen Tommy this relaxed.
"Like the bath, mi pollito?" Quackity expected the boy to be embarrassed, but he just nodded with half lidded eyes. God, he would die for this kid. Quackity sat the clothes down onto the bathroom counter and walked over to the bathtub, pulling a stool from the corner of the room and sitting down on it with a grin. Time to give the boy even more comfort.
Tommy was feeling more relaxed than he ever had in the cave, or in Techno's house, or even in his own house with shroud. The warm water melted him the moment he stepped in the bathtub and he felt as if he could cry- whens the last time someone has done something as nice as this? Fucking months. Maybe years.
Tommy had his head resting against the tub edge, but then Quackity came and sat behind him, lifting the boys head up off of the tub side. He gave an offended squeak. "Ah, I know, how rude of me." He mused. "Don't worry, just making it more comfortable for you, cariño."
Quackity set a folded towel on the tub side where Tommy had laid his head and reached to the cabinet again, grabbing a plastic cup before turning back to the blonde and reaching the cup down beside him, filling it with soapy water. Finally, he checked the corner of the tub where he sat his bottles and made sure the soap was there. Everything was set, then.
"Close your eyes, duckling." He mumbled to the boy and gave him a few seconds before lifting the cup and pouring the soapy water into his hair. The towel effectively stopped it from getting on the floor, but it did cover some of the edges. Quackity smiled as Tommy's ears gave a small shake from the sudden contact- but he knew that the water was warm enough to not hurt his ears.
Quackity began running a hand through his hair as he dipped the cup into the water again and poured it. Tommy went slack against the towel, and after a few moments of the quiet petting, Quackity heard purring and felt himself melt.
"Comfortable?" He inquired softly. Quackity was just happy that the kid was comfortable enough to purr, and trusted him enough to wash his hair around his ears- he felt honored. The raccoon hummed to agree, pushing head head toward the duck hybrids hand.
After a few more cups of water and petting the boy, he moved onto the soap. "Tommy, you need to lift your head, alright?" The raccoon gave a pout that Quackity couldn't see- this is the best he's felt in ages, why can't he just stay in that tub with head scratches forever? Quackity laughed at his lack of compliance.
"I know, I know. Just lift your head so I can wash your hair, okay? I won't even condition it, if you don't want me to." Tommy frowned at that. Living in his dirt shack, he didn't get either kind of soap. If he was getting his hair washed, well, he wouldn't pass an opportunity to get both. He shook his head.
"Both..." He mumbled under his breathe, hoping Quackity could hear and understand him. "You want both?" Quackity double checked, and Tommy nodded to agree despite not facing toward the man. The duck hybrid seemed to get it anyways.
"Alright, duckling. Can you lift your head for me?" Tommy lifted up his head, surprised at the amount of effort it took to get out of the comfortable position. Quackity poured one last cup of water on the blondes head, specifically around the back where it laid on the towel and rubbed the hair.
Quackity adjusted himself on the floor and opened the shampoo bottle, pouring it onto his hands and rubbing them together before reaching to Tommy's hair and beginning to rub it in to the boys hair slowly, as to not pull at any of the knots. He made sure to scratch through the hair with his finger tips, being sure to shampoo not only his hair but his roots and scalp as well.
Tommy melted at the contact, finding it harder and harder to keep his head up as Quackity's fingers ran through his wet curls. Luckily, Quackity had started at the back that way when he had thoroughly rubbed the shampoo in, the boy would be able to lay his head back a bit.
"Qua'ity?" The man froze, stopping his fingers in the boys hair. He was not expecting that nickname. Luckily, it only took a hold on him for a few seconds, and he was back to rubbing the soap into his blonde curls. "What is it, cariño?"
Tommy stayed silent for a few moments. "Uh- tank you..." He mumbled, straightening his posture slightly, and Quackity melted. He was an arguably corrupt business man who makes information trades with bad people, but a three year old- or possibly younger, it seems he slipped farther during the scrubbing- melted him with three words.
"Of course, Tommy." He said with sincerity, scrubbing around the boys raccoon ears and making sure to get all of his hair. Quackity very carefully scrubbed at the sides of his ears and lightly brought his finger tips up, getting soap on the fur but not using nearly enough pressure for it to be harmful. Lastly, he scrubbed soap into the hair on the side of Tommy's head, not wanting to miss anything.
Tommy had went flaccid at this point, laying his head back the moment Quackity removed his hands from the boys hair. Quackity just laughed and ran his fingers through the boys hair one last time, before he picked up the plastic cup and filled it with water.
"Alright, pollito, you-" he cut himself off. "Oh! Wait, hold on, how did I forget..." He turned around from Tommy and reached over to grab the bin of rubber duckies, Tommy had also turned out of curiosity to see what Quackity was getting before he grinned.
The man sat the clear bin on the side of the tub and Tommy, with new found energy, picked up the bin and brought it infront of him. The bin got soap on it, but neither of them really cared about that as Tommy rummaged through the duckies and picked out the ones whose designs he liked best and dropped them into the water whilst giggling.
Quackity gave a fond grin and picked up the cup of water, taking him sitting up as a go ahead to wash the soap out. "Alright, ducky, lean your head back?" Tommy wasn't happy with the request but he wanted to be good for the man who took him in, so he did just that and closed his eyes as water was poured onto his head.
"You're safe here, duckling. I'll do anything and everything to keep you safe." Quackity said, seemingly out of nowhere, as he poured more water in the boys hair. The duck hybrid scratched his head as the soapy and dirt tinted water poured down his neck.
"I don' feel safe..." It felt mean to say- Quackity was being so kind and here he was not appreciating it- but Quackity didn't seem phased by his confession. The man simply gave a hum, pouring more water on his head and scratching around his ears. Tommy leaned into the touch.
"You won't. Not right now at least, but you can- you will," the man paused, knowing what he was going to say but not wanting to push any sort of boundaries. "If you're with me." He finished, pouring one last cup of water on the boys head before reaching for the conditioner.
Tommy said nothing, but his face went slightly pink. Why would Quackity care so much even when Wilbur was gone- oh. He didn't know Wilbur was gone. Tears sprung to Tommy's eyes and the boy held his breathe to keep from sobbing, the moment Quackity found out there was no reason to compete for Tommy, the man would leave him.
Unfortunately, Tommy couldn't hold his breathe forever, and when he did breathe, a sob followed. Quackity paused the hands conditioning the boys hair, before starting them up again- albeit slower. "Mi cosa dulce, what's bothering you? Let me fix it." Quackity felt a bit out of his element with the sweet words, but Tommy seemed to enjoy them. He just hoped he was doing a good job.
"W-wilby left..!" He cried out, and Quackity felt confused. The two were attached at the hip, anywhere Wilbur went, Tommy followed to do the mans bidding. It's why he was so confused to find Tommy alone in the first place. "What do you mean he left..?"
"Left! To Utah!" Tommy cried out, but he wasn't crying as hard as he was in the forest. All those tears had taken a lot of energy out of him, he was even shocked he still had any tears left. "Wilbur left to... Go to Utah?" Quackity questioned. Tommy does not know how he could be more clear. "Yes!"
"Okay..." He would need Tommy to elaborate when he felt older, but he could would with this. "Okay. It'll be okay, Tommy. It's-" he should not say it's for the best infront of the mans younger brother. "It's fine, because you have me now, okay? I wont let anyone harm a hair on your body, mi cosa dulce."
"Y'u aren't leavin' me too?" Quackity felt his heart shatter. He rubbed the conditioner through the boys hair and gently around his ears, scratching as softly as he could. "Never. Soot has nothing to do with my care for you, duckling." Maybe Wilbur did at first, but now? He was almost grateful to the man for sparking this care in him, and for basically letting Quackity 'have him.' Now, he was going to treat his duckling with the care he deserved.
Tommy's crying died down, for the most part. He was still slightly shaking. "T'ank you, for takin' care of me..." He mumbled, the blondes voice dying out a bit on the last part. He knew he was starting to feel younger, so he opted to playing with the rubber duckies instead of talking as Quackity finished with conditioning his hair.
"Always." The duck hybrid murmured in reply, conditioning his hair and watching fondly as Tommy lined the ducks up to the best of his abilities. It looked as if the one at the front of the line was a mother, and the rest of the ducks were simply following behind like a family. For... Some reason, that's the most 'Tommy thing' the kid has done all night.
"Alright, ducky, you know the drill." He teased as Tommy reluctantly removed his hand from the ducks and tipped his head back, not on the towel but enough that wah soapy hair didn't get in his eyes. Quackity got the plastic cup of warm water and began pouring it on the raccoons head, washing the conditioner out.
Tommy desperately wanted to lay his head back, because this felt even better than the shampoo. The conditioner made it much easier for Quackity to run his hands through the boys soft hair, and the ducks webbed fingertips felt heavenly against his scalp.
Tommy wishes this could last forever. The comforting hands in his hair, the utter care from the man's hold- everything Quackity had to offer. He would give the duck loyalty in return, but it didn't feel like he expected anything from Tommy. Maybe that's what made this so comforting.
The raccoon hybrid gave a chitter, and Quackity responded with a quack. "Alright, almost done, mi pollito." Another cup of water on his head, hands lightly scratching his ears. "I'll drain the water and leave so you can rinse yourself and get dressed, okay? The towels on the rack near the toilet." Tommy felt sad about the man leaving, but he was also grateful to get privacy.
He simply nodded and gave another chitter, feeling too heavy and fuzzy for words right now. Quackity gave an amused snort and poured the last cup on his head, the soap in his hair had basically been rinsed out by now, and the water was slightly tinted from the dirt.
Quackity stood up and pulled his sweatshirt sleeve up, reaching into the tub only halfway and grabbing the floating string tied to the tub stopper, pulling it and watching the water begin to drain. He stood up and grabbed a hand towel before giving Tommy a reassuring quack and leaving the room.
The blonde boy sat in the tub for a moment, processing Quackity's leave, getting slightly anxious that the man might not come back. Though, he calmed himself down quick enough. He can't get his hopes up, but he... Had, faith in the man. Only a little.
He began to pick the ducks up and return them to their bins. "Soz..." He mumbled, feeling way too young to speak, as he put the ducks in the bin with a pout. He didn't want them to be trapped under the counter forever again! Maybe Quackity would let him play with them later.
Tommy turned the water on and pulled the shower diverter up, giggling as the water began to spray from the shower head. Tommy hated when there was left over soap on his body, so he stood up to the best of his abilities and leaned on the wall, letting the water wash the remaining soap out of his hair and off his body.
The raccoon boy gets out of the shower slowly, frowning and tearing up as he notices that he's dripping water onto the tile floor. What if Quackity got upset? He didn't want Quackity to be upset, he was being so nice.
He grabbed the towel waiting for him off of the rack and began to dry himself off. He started with his hair, ruffling the towel and being extra careful around his ears, before going to dry the rest of his body as well as shaking the water off of his tail. He towel dried his tail as well, not wanting to drip any more water around.
He looked around the bathroom, watery blue eyes in search of clothes before lighting up at the sight of the pile. He picked up the basketball shorts, sliding them on easily before grabbing the arguably soft sweatshirt, having no difficulty putting that on as well. Finally, he put the beanie on, giggling at how warm it made his ears feel. Typically he couldn't wear hats as they weren't comfortable on his ears, but this one felt amazing.
Tommy still was little though- very little, and he doesn't think he'll be able to continue standing if he stays in here for too long. He was sleepy, and all he wanted was to see Quackity. So, he took a deep breathe in and wrapped his hand around the door knob, opening it with caution.
He was immediately greeted by the brunette, who had a grin on his face. "Tommy! The clothes are a little big, but it looks like they fit you well-" the man said, but got cut off as Tommy simply walked into him and laid his head on the mans shoulder. He was slouched a bit due to his height, but he just felt sleepy.
"Awh. You tired, pollito?" He felt a nod on his shoulder and laughed, crouching down slightly and putting his hands under Tommy's knees, picking him up effortlessly. Tommy was too tired to be surprised, so he just laid his head against Quackity's chest as the man took them into the living room that had a very large circular couch in the corner, covered in pillows. It was the perfect shape for a nest. 'Bird hybrids' the little mused to himself with a giggle.
Quackity sat Tommy down on the bed, against one of the pillows, before walking off to the coffee table in front of the couch. The man had prepared a few things for Tommy whilst he was taking a bath using his own past little gear that he wiped down with alcohol wipes.
Quackity walked back to Tommy, who was sitting on the bed looking to the duck hybrid with expectant eyes, whilst holding a bottle and a pacifier. He sat down on the edge of the bed and put a hand on Tommy's cheek, smiling as he nuzzled into it.
"Alright, ducky, I'm going to give you a bottle, but can you tell me how old you are?" He asked before pausing, looking to the boy whose baby blues eyed him curiously. "I'm guessing your nonverbal right now, how about you use your fingers?" He figured that would work for the little.
Tommy looked down to his lap, seemingly contemplating his age before holding up all ten fingers. Quackity gave a shocked laugh, "Ten years...?!" The man was shocked, and then confused as Tommy shook his head. "Oh! Ten months! That makes, a lot more sense." He laughed at his own realization. Tommy didn't seem to take the tease into account as he reached out his hands, making a grabby motion a the bottle.
Quackity smiled fondly and moved himself over to sit side by side with Tommy, their shoulders touching as they leaned against the pillows and back support. He wrapped an arm around the boy and pulled him in, using his free arm to reach the bottle over and hold it to feed Tommy. The boy gave a pleased chitter and began to drink from the bottle.
Tommy felt himself tear up as Quackity glided his hand through Tommy's curls. He feels so comfortable and safe- something he hasn't felt in years. He sniffles, letting the tears fall freely as he finishes up his milk.
"What's wrong, cosa dulce?" Quackity asked, ready to comfort the boy. He thought he had covered everything Tommy needed, but he couldn't expect the boy to be A okay after everything that just happened. Tommy just shook his head and removed the bottle from his mouth.
"You... Aren't sad?" He gave a nod and buried his head in Quackity's shoulder. The man had no clue what else the tears could mean, but he at least knew how he could comfort his little. He picked up the pacifier by his side and nudged Tommy, giggling as the boy looked up and immediately parted his lips. He put the pacifier in his mouth.
"It's okay. It'll all be okay." Quackity put hos arms under the boys back and knees and readjusted him so he was laying down as opposed to laying back. Tommy had no problems with this, simply looking up at Quackity with glossy eyes.
The man moved himself right back to where he was for easier access to the blondes curls. Tommy felt himself melt as the beanie was removed entirely and Quackity started petting around his ears with a comforting quack.
"I'll keep you happy, duckling. Noone will be able to get in the way of that. Not-" he really needed to get better at this, of course he shouldn't mention Dream or Wilbur while the boy was comfortable. "-anyone. Not anyone." Tommy seemed pleased at this, giving a happy chitter.
"Ill give you all the attention and care in the world. I'll buy you everything you lay your eyes on. Jewelry, the most comfortable clothes, the most toys and gear you could ever imagine!" He brought his hand to the boys stomach and tickled, giving a grin as he started to squirm and giggle. "Everything in the world for you, just for that smile." He said fondly.
Tommy looked up at him with stars in his eyes. He was so tired, and everything was so hard to process, but he felt so warm at the mans words. He still didn't feel safe yet, but he felt... Right. He felt like he was home.
He chittered and the hand immediately returned to glide through his curls. He leaned his head in before relaxing once again. Tommy would give undying loyalty for the duck hybrid without hesitation, but for the first time, he didn't feel the need to. All Tommy wanted to do was love, and care for, and trust. And he wanted all of that back- unconditionally, for the first time ever. His eyes closed as he began to drift.
He could get that here- love, affection, care, and trust. With big Q. Quackity. His caretaker.
Maybe he will trust those Americans. Just to spite Wilbur.