Started with a lie [Guapoduo]

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»Where's your little helper?

»Buying dinner.

»Oh... did you think about the birthday party?

»Nah... I've been too busy

»Birthdays are important, okay?

»Why you're being a little serious about it!

»Birthday celebrations aren't just about you!

»Those are for the people around you!

»What nonsense is that...

»It's not ''nonsense'' brother, think about it.

»On your birthday, you are the protagonist!

»During a party... people who care about you can be direct and wish you the best... and express their true feelings!

»You shouldn't deprive people of their chance to love you!

»They can always do that!

»Bro, are you an idiot?

»Some people are shy, so... unless they have an excuse, they will never reveal their true feelings!

—But... who would dare to tell the truth? —el recuerdo de Quackity diciendo aquello pasó por su mente. 

»Fine... I'll do it.

»I just have to work overtime, it's no big deal anyway.

»Tina, Tina... you really are a novelist with that power of persuation!

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Más tarde, cuando ya era de noche, Quackity se encontraba durmiendo plácidamente hasta que las ganas de orinar invadieron su ser, por lo que contra su voluntad fue abriendo los ojos, levantándose lentamente. Nada más parpadear y aclarar un poco su vista, se fijó que el británico que debería estar acostado durmiendo a su lado no se encontraba junto a él, en lugar de eso lo vio sentado en el escritorio con la computadora encendida, por lo que preguntó;

—Wilbur, why are you still up?

El mencionado se volteó a verlo dedicándole una sonrisa antes de responder. 

—I still have some work to finish. The deadline will be soon... Why are you awake?

—I need to pee... What else is there to do? I'll help you finish that too! —dijo, colocando sus zapatillas rápidamente antes de levantarse de la cama. 

—No need to... Go pee and go back to sleep!

—If you don't sleep, neither will I.... I want to help you! —exigió— Didn't you ask me to move in with you to help you with the job?! Unless I'm not good enough and can't help? —dijo lo último con la voz algo desanimada. 

—Not at all... I'll go to sleep, okay? —nada más decir eso se levantó de su silla y estiró sus brazos—Or do you mean that if I'm not there you can't sleep well?  —dijo con una sonrisa de lado plasmada en su rostro. 

El de mechas azules solo atinó a darse la vuelta rápidamente y volver a la cama escondiéndo su rostro bajo las sábanas mientras que el mayor se reía a carcajadas. 

—Actually, after working together all this time... Wilbur, you probably know that my skills, and the skills needed for the job are tremendously different.... That's why you're taking on so much on your own...staying late, working overtime and just giving me the easy parts.Why not.... just fire me? —cuestionó luego de unos minutos en los que se habían mantenido en silencio ambos acostados en su lado del colchón. 

—I like the challenge of developing people, seeing you gradually getting better at things.... it's really satisfying! —respondió con la mirada clavada en la nuca del contrario que se encontraba acostado de espaldas a él. 

—''Knowing a thing or two'' and ''expert'' are definitely very different....

—Telling a lie to get the project... just shows me how much you love the business. —en medio de lo que decía el mayor, el de mechas se giró quedando frente a frente con este— For me... that in itself is valuable. So don't stress. —llevó su mano hacia la mejilla del menor acariciándola suavemente, ante ese gesto la mente de Quackity se fue a volar quedando sumergido en sus pensamientos por alrededor de un minuto. 

—Telling a little lie to become close to me... just shows me how much you like me. —decía Wilbur mientras que lo tenía abrazado con una mano en su cuello y la otra en la mitad de su espalda—To me... that in itself is valuable.

Si los sentimientos fueran tan sencillos como el trabajo... 

Pensó con el rostro completamente ruborizado. 

—Don't think too much. But okay, Quack, quack. Since we're talking about lies... if someone you trust lied to you, albeit not maliciously.... would you forgive them?

—If something like that happens... of course I would have to forgive them.