[Yeah he’s fully aware the situation is fucked up and that there’s a lot that isn’t being said but he can’t push and he doesn’t even know where to begin. Dave agreed and he almost feels bad, but this has to be the right thing to do, right? Still...it’s a hard balance. Dave stays awake and John lays in his bed playing with the cat and eventually finds himself keeping his eyes closed and falling asleep. He feels the bed dip when Dave finally joins him, but he also notices the distance between them.
Part of him thinks he should just leave Dave alone, but he also doesn’t want the walls to go back up. Not when they’ve made progress. So okay. Dave doesn’t move closer or anything but John shifts, loosely draping an ankle over one of Dave’s and letting his fist twine into the fabric of Dave’s shirt just as loosely. That’ll have to do, hopefully. At least until this can be fixed someday.]
[ dave tenses for a second before he forces himself to relax, choosing to give way. he doesn’t move away and he doesn’t move closer, but he lies there awake until he can reasonably go off to class or work and doesn’t bring sunday up again in any capacity. by the end of the second he’ll proceed like he had done, probably weirdly quiet around bedtime to see what john does every night but simply falling into step with whatever the hell after, not visibly tense. so it’s fine and whatever walls go up, dave will do his best to make the distance imperceptible or die trying, but yeah. ]
[Then yeah I guess Dave gets to deal with John keeping a grip on his shirt all night but he doesn’t bring it up. He brings nothing about Sunday up again and he finds himself falling into the pattern of either crashing in Dave’s bed himself or coercing Dave to crash into his. It’s fine. Nothing about this is awful or weird but here we are. Good luck kids, you will need it. ]
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Part of him thinks he should just leave Dave alone, but he also doesn’t want the walls to go back up. Not when they’ve made progress. So okay. Dave doesn’t move closer or anything but John shifts, loosely draping an ankle over one of Dave’s and letting his fist twine into the fabric of Dave’s shirt just as loosely. That’ll have to do, hopefully. At least until this can be fixed someday.]
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