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[ for a wonder dave complies immediately? so the contact is probably doing something because he's holding his arm still even as he does. that. shutting the door. he still kind of wants to run the fuck away but he won't as long as john is touching him because he's weak.

...then he can just go back to staring at john, sure. it's cool how it's impossible to see if his eyes are wide ever, because he wears his shades 24/7. ]

[Cool, so Dave can see that John also looks worried as fuck because??? What the hell is going on here?]

Dave, I think maybe you need to go home and get some sleep. You are starting to freak me out a little. [He's still holding Dave's arm and he's staring at him but also:] I don't want you hurting yourself when we're training with the girls.

[Or, like, Dave can explain what the hell his deal is. But whatever.]

[ this time he actually listens. please do not mind dave strider having a Moment, he's. fine probably. ]

I won't hurt myself. I've trained on way less sleep than this. [ apparently we are still protesting sleep even if dave is willing to just sit here quietly as long as john's holding his wrist in place? ]

Okay like. That is probably true because you are sort of insane that way, I get it, but that does not change anything I said? [In that Dave's still freaking him out. Without thinking, his thumb's also starting to move on the inside of Dave's wrist.]

When was the last time you slept? Actually slept for more than an hour or something.

[ yeah, okay, cool. there's a shiver but dave doesn't pull away, still. he automatically leans in towards john like he usually used to when john spoke to him, angling himself towards rather than away. ]

Uh. Tuesday? [ but tuesday was longer than a few days ago for him if he counts loops. he doesn't volunteer that information, but basically saying the day rather than the hour count is...way better sounding.

still sounds terrible! but it's better sounding. ]

[Still clueless. Still just doing this. Still, it's progress (sort of) and at least Dave isn't trying to jump out of the car or anything so John will continue with what he's doing and trying to figure out what the fuck is up.]

And you know it's Saturday, right? [Tuesday was a while ago!!!]

I always know when I am. [ said like "duh". still actually staying in place very docile for the moment, wry tone aside. ]

[It's only because Dave says that that John gets his next idea, and his free hand comes up to grab Dave by the chin and more or less force him to look him in the eyes.]

Let's try again. How many hours has it been since you slept?

[ okay. that's...unfair. stop making him look into john's eyes. dave's perfectly well aware that he actually finds john egbert attractive and this doesn't help. he is also perfectly well aware john isn't going to like his answer to that particular question and that is the more unfair part.

he swallows, and tries to stall. ]

...Are you insisting catnaps don't count?

[ because he'll answer, but. ]

[John continues to remain oblivious to that part but it probably helps he's having his own crisis over stuff. As it is, Dave says that and his eyebrows raise, expression flat and unhappy but he's attempting to be patient.]

Not even close.

[ nnnngh okay he knows he's fucked so he just cops to it reluctantly: ]

...One hundred thirteen hours, twenty-seven minutes, forty-nine seconds.

[ catnaps included since john decided they don't count.

it is so stupid how calming he finds john holding his wrist and his damn chin and it's the contact more than anything else that he finds calming but. why. god. ]

[He has no idea it's actually helping that much but Dave's answering his questions and that's good enough. However, the answer isn't great and he looks a little less than thrilled by it.]

So that's like almost five whole days. Why aren't you sleeping?

Historically speaking this is more accurate to my general sleep schedule than it isn't.

[ ...not untrue! sometimes he just goes however long without sleep because he doesn't feel like having nightmares, and then crashes or naps eventually along the way. ]

[So what if the hand on Dave's chin just starts moving so Dave's head shakes back and forth slowly.]

I know that but that was definitely not an answer to my question.

[ it nets an annoyed sound but dave still isn't actually struggling to shove john off? ]

My sleep schedule reverted to normal, that's pretty much an answer?

Well your sleep schedule sucks. [Matter-of-fact as usual.] I am a scientist, Dave. Do we really need to go over what a lack of sleep does to the body and stuff?

[Say no, he's not an actual scientist.]

Your science grades fuckin' suck [ he assumes. ] and your sleep schedule ain't much better, Mr. high and mighty?

[ ...........like

anyone's sleep schedule is at least marginally better than dave's since he abuses time travel when he messes his up but ]

You don't know what my grades are like! And shut up, my sleep schedule is totally fine. [Maybe not lately but better than Dave's.] You were doing better. What happened?