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WEEK TWO: FRIDAY, ROOM 112
[ and as soon as they're there, he simply hauls off his shirt (still has glass wound bandages, what up) and apparently dave felt the need to wrap his entire left arm and hand in bandages for some reason. he just holds it out, and raises his eyebrows. ]
Five minutes.
Five minutes.
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[ and it still feels like his fault. this person, whoever he is, cares about people even when he does shit. and dave keeps finding new ways to break him.
so thirteen years of exposure to dave might've broken bro that much, right? or there's something just fundamentally unloveable about him, or...both. ]
If it helps, I don't think I could say the words to Rose anymore, either.
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[Dirk walks over to Dave. He hugs him and holds him tight and he presses his face into the top of his head.]
There was somethin' wrong from the start. You've just made me care about you more, not hate you, with everything you did. The only variable that makes sense is something happening long before he threw you off a roof. You don't believe me, but it's the truth.
[He lets go of Dave, but doesn't go far yet.]
Let's say you're right, though. Even then, I forgive you.
[Quieter]
You want me to go now.
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I can't forgive myself. [ which is fine, and normal, because he doesn't usually. but it's not for sins so great as what he's managed to rack up since waking here, and he's had a week to hate himself for every one of them.
more, because he hasn't stopped since he made any single decision. ]
Please go. And just. Spend your time with everyone else here? [ the girls and his friends and everyone else; the people who will make it worth dirk's while. ] I can't keep doin' this to you.
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I'll wait for you tomorrow.
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[ like. ] Give it a year and some change. I'll see you later.
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[He gives Dave one more brief hug, even knowing it won't be returned. But then he'll leave.]
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