[Given Dave's nightmare involved fighting an abomination of puppets, and given what he remembers of their universe, he isn't that surprised to hear that either.]
You still trust me, don't you? I am sure it will be fine. [...] Is it because of the nightmares?
I had to fuck off and sleep away from people as much as I could for a while after we got back in August, too. [ so there is that. ] - I always trust you.
Considering what you told me about August I guess that makes sense. But then...trust me on this. I won't even wake you up unless I really have to and I have a lot of socks and a pillow. We can figure it out if you want, but if you want to abscond for a while that is okay, too. [Even if that option worries him.]
If I knew that someone was going to draw a damn sword on me, I would have drawn my hammer. [There's a frown because he doesn't like the implications, but he doesn't argue either.] I can protect myself fine. I promise.
You raise a good point. I've been having an easier time working with my sylladex and strife deck to get Wrinklefucker immediately but everyone is different.
[But whatever. He's finally getting up and approaching, standing over Dave for a minute before extending a hand.] Come back to the room?
[ he's never going to be not startled by that kind of question or by someone offering him something he wants, but he won't argue the point at least? mostly?
clearly if it is a thing john wants it's ok to accept the affection. ]
[SIGH. He just starts pulling him toward the door on the roof, scooping up his socks on the way.]
Mine then. I have a better view of my TV from there, we'll put something on and pretend to try to sleep until we have to get up for class and stuff tomorrow.
Would you really kick a guy out of his own bed? Harsh, Dave. [And into the dorm they go and he only lets go of Dave's hand to start rifling through his movie collection.]
[There's no response because yes, actually, he probably would if it would mean letting Dave be comfortable. As it is he's taking time and putting The Princess Bride into the DVD player before heading back to his bed and flopping down on the mattress. He's giving Dave space if that's what he wants and letting him stick to the wall, but he's also loosely draping an arm over his head in case he feels like curling up. Options. Why the fuck not.]
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You still trust me, don't you? I am sure it will be fine. [...] Is it because of the nightmares?
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[ a shrug. ]
I had to fuck off and sleep away from people as much as I could for a while after we got back in August, too. [ so there is that. ] - I always trust you.
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Just, don't let me hurt you if it ever comes up.
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[ a shrug. ]
But this is all about "fear" and messin' with our heads. It's...not improbable that people will go off in the wrong way.
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[But whatever. He's finally getting up and approaching, standing over Dave for a minute before extending a hand.] Come back to the room?
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Next time you’ll draw? [ there is no part of him that wants to believe in next time or worse but every part of him is a cynic so he can’t drop it. ]
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Next time I'll draw. I promise. Faster than you can blink.
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[ he will stop doing the hover thing and let john haul him to his feet? ]
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Okay. Your bed or mine? [Since this seems to be a pattern...]
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[ he's never going to be not startled by that kind of question or by someone offering him something he wants, but he won't argue the point at least? mostly?
clearly if it is a thing john wants it's ok to accept the affection. ]
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Mine then. I have a better view of my TV from there, we'll put something on and pretend to try to sleep until we have to get up for class and stuff tomorrow.
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Whatever you wanna watch is fine, I don't really care. [ genuinely true? ] Maybe something without much of a plot.
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I think I have a few like that. Comedies and stuff. It'll be fine.
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Who knows.
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