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I only remember three timelines. [ all his; the overlap of the meteor events is a headache. ] And they are all chronologically mine.

[ apparently dave will let john be affectionate and he just curls closer. ]

It was our lives, even when it wasn't. And no guide that exists really covers that.

Two too many, Dave. I do not get how they can all be yours, but I have a feeling I will learn sooner or later. [So Dave doesn't have to explain. They can stay like this for a while and the world can sort of spin in front of his eyes.]

I want to think you're joking about a guide existing, but I somehow doubt it. And anyway...why can't we just create another timeline then? This one.

I don't want to give that to you. [ the guide he definitely has lmfao ] And I...

[ hm. ]

Are we baring souls still?

[There's a mumble that sounds a lot like "thank god" but that's it. After a few moments:]

If you want to, yes. I would be fine with the baring thing.

My opinion on things has changed a lot as we've gone along. At first I - I was the one who cracked and asked the network about the memories. Did you know there was a time none of us talked about them because no one warned us and no one knew? It was a game of real or not real and sometimes back then I thought it was a choice if you were or were not who you remembered. Maybe for some people that is the case. Then I thought maybe I could be both and just hold on to the parts that mattered most. But I haven't always been able to balance things. I know how I've changed and why and it's not a thing I can do in reverse. What I want -

[ loaded question always. ]

I don't want to make people remember certain things. I don't want to be part of that. I don't want to tell people things I don't want to share. I didn't want to tell my brother any of it but you know, he tried to cut off his head? Or simulated it. When I wouldn't explain. And he promised not to tell anyone else the shit I told him and that was chill until it wasn't and I guess mostly I haven't had time to try to make a new timeline when I'm stuck in the old one sometimes.

It's easier with no one bugging me to tell them shit and always being half a second away from something else even if the reason that's a thing is because so many people forgot.

[...that is so much. It's so much and for a minute he doesn't reply at all. All he does is lay beside him quietly, keeping his grip firm and sort of bracketing Dave in with his arms, hand going nearly still on his back.

It makes sense, sort of. He knows he wants to know so much, would share if someone asked, but given the fact that Dave is Dave and knowing what he knows about their universe, maybe it makes sense. And anyway, what right did he have to demand answers about anything from anyone? He wants answers, but there are other ways to get them.

He doesn't understand Dave Strider all the time and sometimes he barely understands the darker, harder parts. He knows that something like this could break a person but remembering so many timelines...how many times did Dave watch the world fracture and rebuild and lives start from ground zero?

Maybe it's overdramatic to think. His thoughts are slow and so is his breathing, but he somehow pulls him closer.]

Seven months...is a very long time. Nearly eight now, actually. [To deal with this, he means. He knows Dave's been network since February.] People do really crazy things when they want to know, but I promise not to try and cut off my own head. Or anyone's head?

Fuck, that's not what I wanted to say. That's not really the point. It's just...I want to be the person I was then and I can be the person I am here. I know there are things about me that are going to change, too, but I know those are going to be because of me. I want it to be because of me. Not because someone told me about something. I want to make my own choices since people have made a lot of choices for me.

...I already told you I will not make you tell me things you don't want to. And I want to ask you so much but I know that isn't fair. You've caused me to remember a lot, but...I don't know. Has the reverse even happened? ["Or are you tapped out already?"]

I don't flinch or pause when I remember shit these days.

[ so yes, john has made him remember some things. dave is fine with being pulled closer and holding on to someone for once but it's dark and john pulled him down and hasn't let go and he can let himself cling in those circumstances. and he wonders if there are any good changes to him or changes at all. remnants of the person he was here mixing with dave strider, knight of time.

he used to touch people more, and smile, and laugh. it's weird to be doing that less, but it would be weird to be doing it more. ]

I notice I do the pause thing way more than I should. I cannot decide if it is a good or a bad thing to get used to. [Yeah good luck, Dave. John will eventually let go when he falls asleep probably or if he gets a sense that Dave is fine but. Clinging is usually a sign one is not fine.]

I got stuff back in a dream before, too.

Is that what happened at the birthday party? I thought I upset you.

[ dave will let go

Someday... ]

The dream thing happens sometimes. It sucks.

If I was actually mad at you I think I would actually tell you. But yeah. I remembered something at the party and it was sort of weird but I guess past me also had a fondness for suits for some reason.

But the dream thing was okay. It's...where Showtime came from.

Oh. [ to both parts? like his first dream memory was getting shot up so. also: ].

I'm afraid of fucking this up. [ that part is whispered. ]

[Oh. That's. Scary too, isn't it?]

...what makes you think that you might?

...I have not had a great track record the past few months?

Hey, cool, me too. [The tone's light to tease him a little, but the grip tightens nevertheless.]

...a lot of things have fucked me up long before I came here. I think you are probably safe.

[ how are they not breaking bones yet ]

You're too important to add to my track record?

[RP science probably.

His hand's moving again, but this time it's up Dave's spine and into the ends of his hair on his neck to scratch at his scalp a little. Somewhere in his alcohol-laden brain, this made sense.]

Everything is going to be fine. Okay?

[ yo how do you keep upping gay chicken here what the actual fuck

dave is not drunk enough for this and yet he's not stopping it because

gestures weakly ]

A lot of people have said that, Eggs.

[Okay but no. Dave was surrounded by cats earlier and when he was petting and scratching them they were calm, so obviously the same logic applies here? Duh.

...yeah they suck. Scritch scritch scritch.]

Do you trust me?

[ i will fucking fight you

also it unfortunately WORKS i hate this. ]

With Rose's life.

[ ............his life isn't worth much. ]

[Let me win this one!!!]

Then trust me when I say that you are not really at the risk of fucking this up.

[ i don't even know how i could possibly fucking win. dave just makes an irritated sound that is probably a capitulation, and then takes john's glasses off to fold up and put on the desk.

look ]

[Somehow he just allows this, a little shivery still since he's not actually in his bed, he's sort of tangled in a blanket and Dave at this point. But there's also a small pout.]

Why do people keep blinding me. [It's a petulant tone because this is the second time his glasses have been taken this evening what the fuck.]

You don't - uh. Do you want them back? You don't usually sleep in them?

[ did he mess up oh my god ]

I don't want them to get broken or somethin' if you fall asleep?

I know that but I can't see without them. [No, John's just stupid. The implication here is that he can't see Dave without them, but also he can't really see because they're in the dark? Whatever, let him live.]

...what about yours though?

I am a master of not breakin' these shades and would rather cut off my dick than do so?

[ thanks dave ]

...It's dark and you're drunk, what the fuck do you need to be able to see right now.

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