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Duck sighed as he continued on his daily work at the Little Western. Douglas was helping out, but he could tell that he was worried and anxious.
"I can tell something is bothering you. What's wrong?" asked Duck. Douglas flinched, though he wasn't very good at hiding it. Duck sighed.
"He's going to be fine. He just needs a break, that's all. Douglas, I know that he's your brother, your twin, your family, but even he needs some space. I know I haven't known Donald as long as you had, but try to give him his own time. He's independent, just like you." comforted Duck. Though, Douglas didn't seem convinced. He still looked upset.
"Ye dinnae git it. Ever sin we left oor kingdom, tis bin happening mair frequently than it shuid. Though, ah wouldn't say tis common, tis definitely nae rare tae see him in this condition. Running awa'," Douglas took a deep breath. "wis na joke. Oor heads would've bin oan a silver platter if we hadn't gotten awa'."
Duck nodded in understanding, deciding to keep his mouth shut. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked about it. It was a sensitive subject to most royals, after all. Most were either from overthrown kingdoms that had fallen long ago, or were in the middle of being overthrown. How pitiful it was that all were caught in the crossfire between their kingdom and the revolution.
Noticing the tension between the two of them and the distress that Douglas was in, Duck was quiet.
Maybe he'll ask more about it later.
"I just don't understand. We all have work evenly distributed between the Little Western, why is he the only one falling behind?" asked Duck worriedly. Thomas, Gordon, and Percy looked between each other before shaking their heads.
"It could just be the stress. Maybe he needs a break." offered Percy. Thomas nodded in agreement, though Gordon had more to say on the matter.
"Princes like us must have breaks once in a while. How do you expect us to work properly if we don't rest? It's disgraceful." He frowned.
"Well," interrupted Thomas, "I think he needs someone to talk to." He said.
"He has the Little Western, more so his brother to talk to. He's basically friends with everyone here, what makes you think that?" asked Percy.
"Well, maybe he's insecure about himself to the point where he doesn't want help. Kind of like Gordon!" teased Thomas. Gordon looked offended, whilst Thomas had a shit-eating grin on his face.
"A grand prince such as me never asks for help! It's considered weak. I'm a very strong man, you know that." boasted Gordon. Thomas and Percy only rolled their eyes, while Duck listened intently.
"You should probably talk to him about it. I know he has Douglas and all, but even twins can't read their own minds. Donald is stressed, and he doesn't know it. He doesn't want to ask for help because it's 'weak.' You're one of his closest friends, Duck. Give it a try." smiled Percy. Duck seemed to ponder about the idea, before nodding his head.
"I'll try. I'll tell you how it goes." Duck got up from his spot and walked towards the bedroom door.
"Good luck. Remember to not force onto him too much." called Thomas.
Duck nodded, before twisting the door handle open and heading out.