I'm not gonna change my mind, Dirk, so you don't have to. Don't...do this to yourself. You can still go to everyone else. The only change is I'm not an option.
When it gets to be too much, I'll make the other one for you. So let me know when you can't handle it any longer.
[ dave sits a moment longer before standing, shoving his hands into his pockets and shrugging. there's no relaxation or half-smile or any of the usual signs of contentment that admittedly have been fairly rare. ]
Whichever you want. I said it was your choice, and it is.
[He stops, though.] Do you want to stop this? Do you want to stop Saturdays, cancel beach and mural plans. [He doesn't dare ask about the ReConvention. If Dave says no to these, then—then he probably will say no to those, too. And his stomach feels sick at the idea.]
Bein' around you these days hurts more often than it doesn't, and it'll be worse now. I hate it. I probably won't enjoy this like you want me to. But fuck me because I guess puttin' up with it is a thing I still intend to do. It's not a no and it's not a yes. It just is.
[ but it's his decision, apparently, so...what's best? dave already knows any of the options won't really do great for him, so.
okay.
a wound probably can't heal if you keep jamming a finger in it, and gangrene or cancer will just keep spreading if you don't cut it out. the halfway bullshit probably makes things worse on dirk. dave takes a breath, and says: ]
We can stop them. I'll see you at family gatherin' shit still, probably.
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Even if I've lost you, at least I'll have protected you. No matter what, I intend on doing everything I can to keep you safe.
[He hits send.]
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When you need to backtrack on this, I won't be mad. Just...keep that in mind, I guess.
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Then I guess let me know when it gets to be too much.
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[He stands up from the roof's edge.]
Sand castle or horse mural?
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[ dave sits a moment longer before standing, shoving his hands into his pockets and shrugging. there's no relaxation or half-smile or any of the usual signs of contentment that admittedly have been fairly rare. ]
Whichever you want. I said it was your choice, and it is.
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How are you going to make the other choice for me?
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Beach.
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[ he steps off the roof and drops to the ground, only bothering to slow down when he can just step onto the ground itself. ]
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I changed my mind. I want you to do the thing where you ask before touchin' me. And I would prefer you to not, just now.
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...Okay. Sorry.
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[ he will head towards the beach. ]
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We can. It might be easiest. [ facts, no opinion. ]
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Bein' around you these days hurts more often than it doesn't, and it'll be worse now. I hate it. I probably won't enjoy this like you want me to. But fuck me because I guess puttin' up with it is a thing I still intend to do. It's not a no and it's not a yes. It just is.
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If you're miserable you can be off the hook. Same thing as you pushed on me.
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[ but it's his decision, apparently, so...what's best? dave already knows any of the options won't really do great for him, so.
okay.
a wound probably can't heal if you keep jamming a finger in it, and gangrene or cancer will just keep spreading if you don't cut it out. the halfway bullshit probably makes things worse on dirk. dave takes a breath, and says: ]
We can stop them. I'll see you at family gatherin' shit still, probably.
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