Bring Roses

Quackity looked at the bouquet inquisitively. Wilbur could see his eye wandering from him to flowers and then back and forth again. He could hear Quackity thinking. It was nice to know some things about Q hadn’t changed. It was reassuring to know he wasn’t standing beside a total stranger.“You hate them,” Wilbur guessed.“I- I don’t hate them,” Q responded. He eyed the roses with an expression Wilbur couldn’t identify.“You hesitated.”Q bit his lip. His fingers clenched around the flowers’ stems and the thin layers of plastic and burlap. Wilbur watched the bouquet waver in Q’s quivering hands. A pink petal fell to the floor. Q looked at it lovelessly. Who the hell were these flowers for?>>>> love at first sight, ten years later (a weird series of coincidences)