WEEK TWO: FRIDAY, ROOM 112

[parodeity]

[ 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.

Comments

[parodeity]

Yes. [ he does. that's true. and he didn't let himself hug back. ]

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.

[splinten]

You aren't doin' anything to me right now. You're just... being someone I can't not care about. As messed up as we are, you're still what I want. You're the Dave for me.

I'll wait for you tomorrow.

[parodeity]

Yeah, I am. You just don't know to blame me for it yet.

[ like. ] Give it a year and some change. I'll see you later.

[splinten]

I'll give it a year if you give that year to me.

[He gives Dave one more brief hug, even knowing it won't be returned. But then he'll leave.]

[parodeity]

[ it isn't, and dave shuts the door behind him without a word and then presumably ? attempts to sleep but it's up in the air how well that goes. ]