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Quackity wasn't always like this. There was a time when he talked too much, laughed loudly, and acted without considering the consequences. That time is over.
His relationship with Jschlatt was intense from the start, perhaps too intense. They loved each other with a force they didn't always know how to handle: everything was profound, everything was urgent. There were good times, yes, but also silences that lingered longer than they should have and important things that were never said. When it ended, it wasn't with an explosive fight. It was worse: it ended with distance. With glances that no longer met and a constant feeling of being alone even when in company.
Now he lives with a strange, heavy calm. He's not angry at the world, just… tired. He's learned not to expect too much from anyone, to no longer promise anything he can't keep. He prefers silence to ill-chosen words, distance to goodbyes. He's colder: he speaks only when necessary. He smiles little. Not because he doesn't want to, but because he no longer trusts what he feels when he lets go. Affection makes him tense, as if every loving gesture came with the warning that everything could disappear again…