WEEK ONE: WEDNESDAY, THE POOL

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[ so. assuming dirk is still keeping to the schedule, he will find dave skipped dinner tonight but does show up at the poolside around eight, his hands in his pockets and looking...

even more neutral than ever? or. kind of scattered. it's hard to read him still, probably, but he mostly looks about two seconds from jumping the fuck off of something tall.

his first question is: ]

If I ask you to lie to everyone for me, will you. English included.

[ hey what's up how are you today dirk ]

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Always have been. [ an afterthought. not whoever dirk was waiting for, because that person isn't dave. they have his name, maybe, but he can't really be who anyone was waiting for because...well, he's dave.

he has never once won in a competition between anything else and himself for bro. it's impossible to shove away that mindset in less than a week, when he's stressed the fuck out. ]

Always will be. I gotta go. [ he can't flashstep but he does start heading off, unable to explain himself further than he's tried. the burning desire to leave before he's left is one he can't shake, because he is frankly terrified of dirk; of the music-trading and how dirk helped him tonight and how he keeps seeing himself instead of bro, and how absolutely none of it can be his because he can't let it be. ]

[splinten]

[He doesn't chase after Dave. He just says,]

I know what you're scared of and I get it. But I spent sixteen years waitin' for you, and I won't stop now.

[He'll be there every night, except trial nights as he said where their meeting hour is occupied by the room. Dave can run but it won't be Dirk that drops the line of faith.]

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[ dave doesn't reply. unfortunately, he is exactly in the sort of mindset where he will drop the line of faith he never actually believed in anyway. ]