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[willbewonderful]

Duck had peeled himself away from the crowd before Geoffrey, walking doubletime back to their hut to give himself time to gather both his thoughts and his courage. Geoffrey isn't going to be happy about this, Duck knows that already, and his biggest fear is that Geoffrey will think he was hiding the discs from him for the wrong reason. And maybe a little of that wrong reason had crept into Duck's thoughts along the way, but the overwhelming reason he had for hiding them had been the play, how much it meant to both of them, and how much Geoffrey had wanted it to go well.

But the play had gone well, and now it's over, and Duck's excuses are gone. He draws a chair up to their table, sinking himself down into it with the discs in his lap. Any moment now Geoffrey will come bursting through the door, breathless and jubilant and looking to celebrate.

And Duck's going to crush him.