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it was exactly as long as it needed to be

It makes your argument about not starving within the span of two hours a specious one.
Like the vast majority of your arguments.

dont tell me youre going to complain until i tell you what two hours equals too

I would let you get away with simply assuring me that you took care of yourself, in the sense of finding proper shelter, eating and drinking a healthy amount, and looking after your illness.
By now I've worked out that any claim that you did so would be cleverly worded but ultimately obvious bullshit.

did you know its possible to answer a question with like one word
i dont know if anyone told you

No.

im taking that a no to wanting to know how long two hours is btw

It isn't.

[What's that? It's your brother, out of the tunnel that he built specifically for you. He takes his shades off (fair is fair) and he really just looks mostly tired. Better, because expressing his hatred for Kaufman is always a good way to spend a few hours. But tired.]

But I'm considering that something we can deal with later.

[ i mean, at least dave is over his being sick now so he looks semi better but mostly super neutral? he is just lying under one of the apple trees kind of staring up at the dome although he tilts his head towards dirk when he approaches. ]

That'd be best or you're just gonna get mad again.

[Okay. He can tell this is going to be tough from the start. He walks over to Dave, and then he sits down beside him, crossed legs, hands resting in his lap. He counts time in his head.]

I'm sorry for how I dealt with that. I shouldn't have threatened Cal's death or insisted on doing this as a necessity. I'll try not to pull that shit again.

Nah, it's not your fault.

[ since it was dave who reacted badly to dream cal and froze up at the mention of not-dream cal ]

Rose said I should copy-paste what I said to her to you.

That sounds absurd.

[He lifts his wrist.]

My communicator is ready for it any time.

I'm not actually gonna copy-paste it.

[ mostly because he occasionally gets too honest with rose when he isn't spouting complete bullshit at her and getting it in return.

but also because he kept using the word hellpuppet ]

- I'm actually not sure if I should even explain it now because I don't think I should talk to you about shit that went down with Bro any more? So instead I will sum up and say I don't want you to cut yourself to pieces for me. Which I already more or less said but whatever.

[There's a little lurch in his stomach. He tries not to let it overwhelm him.

He closes his eyes. Despite everything, he speaks calmly.]

I know you remember asking me not to go away. You asked me not to shut you out.

Please don't do that to me.

I'm not.

[ or maybe he is a little, but it's for a good cause? all he had to do was get a handle on how he'd managed shit with other people, and if he just doesn't tell dirk about bro things, dirk won't kill himself trying to do the opposite of those things. ]

I'm right here? I just don't think we should talk about that anymore. [ because he was right when he told dirk it was too heavy to tell to anyone else. dave was just wrong when he didn't consider that it was also too heavy to expect dirk to deal with, too. ]

And I don't think you should destroy Cal. [ would never ask him to do it, because the sword was different, and cal is...dave can deal. he's dealt with way worse. he made certain not to come back until he could say that really calmly, because it seemed like the only plan that might even halfway work. ]

[His eyes open. Dirk doesn't look away from Dave.]

"Don't go away, even if it's in your own head." I don't have an eidetic memory because I'm not a bullshit detective character post-2005, but I think that was the approximate phrasing.

But I definitely remember, "Please stop, you're scaring the fuck out of me."

[Don't go away. Don't cut me off. Don't lock me out. Dave made demand after demand, and Dirk opened up his heart to him, he tried, he did everything he could. He worked and he fought and he put himself out there. He isn't going to let that become one-sided, and he isn't going to let it fall apart.]

Please. Stop.

No. [ he doesn't raise his voice like he did at some point in the cal fight earlier before he stomped off, but it's emphatic. ] This time, it's not you who did the Bro thing, okay? And I refuse to keep doing it. So we can't - we can't talk about it because even if it's shit I need to learn to deal with you'll try to take it all on you and I'm not going to cause that, okay?

[ if he were going to copy paste what he said to rose it'd be

the whole
cutting himself to pieces just because of me thing
ive done that before rose
it hurts and it doesnt help anyone
its not a thing i want to fucking cause

because that's what he used to do when bro expressed any slight displeasure with any aspect of dave and maybe he should have just done what she said and pasted that exact sentiment. why is rose always right. ]

It's just on this one thing. I'm not doing it on anything else. Swear to god.

One thing is too much.

[He's still very calm. Jake said to lay his cards all out on the table. So, he does.]

You didn't do anything like your Bro did. I don't need to have met him to know that. I've been taking responsibility for your Bro, and for you, more than I should.

I want to try to stop that. You can help me, but pulling back on this won't do the job. I need you to keep talking to me about him or I'll know that I made too much of a disaster out of this for us to come back from.

What would actually help would be if you were to tell me what you were okay with and what you weren't. Honestly, not holding back. I won't spend all my time second-guessing what I'm doing, trying to twist everything to suit you without ever risking asking you about it.

We can work things out together.

I'm not okay with talking about him right now.

[ that's an immediate reaction to asking dave to tell dirk what he's okay with and not okay with because half of the time he trusts dirk implicitly and the other half of the time dave has issues taking him at his word on things, second-guessing whether or not dirk actually thinks he's important. he's not sure he buys dirk not trying to fix things if he knows they're wrong and if he knows dave can't fix them himself. ]

I'm not okay with you getting rid of something you love just because it reminds me of shit. The sword was different. [ or wasn't, he's still not sure what he thought would happen there but at least he doesn't have to see it every day now and there's no chance anyone will use it against him again save for bro showing up with it ] I'm fine with you keeping Cal. I'll never like him, but I can deal.

[ or he can fake it until that's true, and steal hours away when it's not true without telling anyone or something. ]

You pile enough shit on yourself without me actively helping, Dirk. And it's all my issues, not yours, so you shouldn't have to have them heaped on you and it was selfish of me to have not stopped discussin' this shit sooner.

[It hurts, deep and visceral. It twists underneath his lungs, scraping at carefully placed muscle, breaking webs of sinew and spilling out pulmonary fluids. But Dirk has to keep it together.]

It wasn't selfish. You aren't alone anymore, Dave. You don't get to act like you are.

[He's setting his point out there, but he knows he'll have to advance further in other ways first. His fingers link together to keep from twitching. He has to do this right.]

I want to talk to you about my relationship with Cal. Right now, I mean, not in an indefinite future time.

Is that cool?

Edited 2016-08-14 11:01 (UTC)

[ he's not alone but bro's different than every other issue even if he is. most of the issues. dave would go to rose with almost anything else in the world, or john. he sometimes broaches the topic in a sideways manner with karkat before he chickens out. dirk is the first person he'd ever hashed any of it out with besides himself and he's pretty sure even if that did dave any sort of good it has to be negated by dirk beating himself up over it?

dave eyes dirk, sitting up and shifting to lean against the apple tree instead of lying under it, but he just shrugs in the end. he's listened to plenty of people talk about cal and he very carefully doesn't so much as grimace. ]

Yeah.

[He can't really read that. He knows he isn't supposed to be able to, and that stings in its own way. He has to go on anyway. From his perspective, he has to give it everything he has. The rest will just have to be on Dave.

So he talks. Dave called him out for not having one-word answers, and he knows he can talk out dissertations. But he really, really wants to put all of his cards on the table. If he doesn't, he doesn't know what he'll lose.]

I already told you that he saved my life as an infant, Cal the floatation device. I don't remember coming across the high rise my Bro left me, but I must've crawled up with Cal in tow. It's possible I thought I was saving his life the way he saved mine.

The rest I can get out of that time was memories of me, him, the SBAHJ plushes you left me, and glimpses of Roxy through my window on Derse. I think it must've taken me a while to figure out that I needed to drag home the sleepfloating baby outside my tower, and I know I had little sense of it when I was awake, but in retrospect I imagine that was formative in helping my mind distinguish from a living human, like me and Roxy, and something inanimate like Cal and the plushes.

It didn't matter much from my perspective because Roxy was only in my dreams and didn't talk back anyway. In that respect, she wasn't much different from Cal. I still had to move her around, and I couldn't get her to talk. I knew enough not to talk to Dersites, so ultimately Cal was my conversational partner as a child. He was so much larger than I was then that I thought of him as a guardian as well as a friend, and I let him hold my sword for me so he could protect me when I couldn't. I crafted a personality for him made out of what I wanted to be and what I couldn't admit to. Cal was afraid of the storms so that I could comfort myself by comforting him. Cal hated being left behind when I went fishing so I could bring him with me to make myself less lonely. In that sense, he was my first splinter, and one that came from many of the same motivations that drove my creation of the auto-responder. It was probably the primary coping mechanism that kept me from turning into even more of a Harlow monkey than I ended up being.

I built robots to have friends that could move themselves, at least to a degree, and eventually I met Roxy, Jane, and Jake. I didn't need Cal as much, but I still liked to have him nearby. I still snuggled up against him for a long nap and told him everything. Even then, he helped me face everything that I couldn't bear, all the vulnerabilities I felt but couldn't share when facing the excitement and terror of interacting with living people for the first time. I always had a sense of security with him. He was the first in the fragments of myself that I'd built up to make myself less lonely and less weak, and he couldn't ever be replaced.

I lost him during the chaos of trying to get into the game. [He is still talking in a calm and even monotone, but for the first time, a little frown draws his eyebrows closer together. He keeps going.] I think he fell into the ocean and I didn't have time when all my friends were dead or knocked out or both. That took priority.

[Time is dead kids. Cal was lost but he'd have his friends. He thought it would be okay.

It wasn't okay. They were Nobles, not Heroes. And while sitting around waiting for the real heroes to arrive, they made disasters of themselves.]

I don't blame the complete catastrophe I made out of all of my relationships on Cal's absence. But if we do consider him my first splinter, then the AR made a poor substitute splinter for all the insecurities that ended up driving Jake away. I ended up feeling alone, and this time I didn't have my first saviour to fall back on.

Initially I was happy when I saw him here. I still love him, and I still owe him my life and my sanity. It was a relief to have that ultimate security back in my arms for another snuggle.

[It's a stupid thing to say about a puppet and he knows it. It is also completely true. Cal saved him, and Dirk loves him. That's just how it is.

His eyes have glanced away from Dave in the retelling, flickering back now and then to witness Dave's reaction but drifting away in trying to recall. Now they come back to Dave, alert and focused. Still calm. This is important. He doesn't know if Dave will believe him or accept what he has to say. He knows what he has settled on, he knows what doing it right means. All he can do is share what he found.]

I don't want to kill Cal. I love him and he's my friend. But I think I can do without the puppet. You're right that I can't keep burning off splinters of myself, and I made Cal into a splinter before I even knew what I was doing. It would be a mistake to just destroy him, and you shouldn't have to carry the weight of me doing that to myself.

But I think it would be a step forward if I took that splinter back into myself. I know you don't want me to hurt myself for you, so I won't try to convince you I should. What I'm hoping to do is to own up to my own vulnerabilities and desires, the ones I put into Cal. If I have that, I've taken back the friend I made out of him.

Then I'd like to have a nice funeral for the puppet that carried all of that for me all of those years.

[He hopes Dave believes this. He wants Dave to believe it. But even if he doesn't, even if he can't have faith, it's okay. Jake promised to come to the burning. He has to do this, but it can't be something that he has to do. So it isn't. It's his choice instead.

A little suggestion of amusement flickers at the corners of his mouth. He hopes Dave can handle this much pretentiousness.]

This is all metaphorical soul-searching bullshit, but that is basically my domain as a Heart player and I genuinely think I found the right way forward for us. I'm not trying to manipulate the situation or frame it nicely. You're right not to want me to cut off parts of myself for you, just as I'm right to want to stop you from suffering for my sake. Somewhere between the first and second hour of hating Charlie Kaufman, it occurred to me that the options aren't mutually exclusive to a sufficiently creative and definitely pretentious mind.

[He reaches out. He wants to hold his brother's hand.]

Neither of us has to suffer for the other, Dave. We're okay.

Edited 2016-08-14 20:18 (UTC)

[ he lets dirk's voice flow over him and focuses on remaining still. sometimes when they talk dave taps out a beat on his leg or nods along or keeps moving in some small way even if he's calm and chill but he just focuses on not moving for the moment because dave doesn't really want dirk to have something to go off of if it's going to encourage him to do...this.

he can't stop it. he knows he can't stop it because it's a new angle of attack (dirk specifically said it wasn't, dave) and it's still not a thing dirk would be doing if dave weren't there and he's still stuck on the way dirk was last time they talked about it, hitting the point that it was a sacrifice for dave again and again. dirk hasn't flashstepped around him once since he startled dave when they were talking about ursula's settings, except for when dave mixed the music. he refused to consider the idea of strifing for ages, agreed to stop robo death matches, and just keeps adapting to every little signal dave gives and he can't allow himself to give anything else or maybe dirk will try to destroy something else, too.

when dirk stops talking dave glances at the hand reaching out. he's not sure if he can let himself take it.

the options here still feel mutually exclusive. ]

What if I asked for time to own up to my own vulnerabilities?

[ he drags his knees up to hook his elbows around them, hands clasped. ]

Gimme a month. Before you do this.

[ a month and whatever else he loops in because he can make it last to infinity if he has to in order to figure out a way to be at peace with cal. ]

[It isn't a 'no.' Dirk doesn't know if it's something he can trust anyway. Dave is a liar. Dave is a cheater. Dave doesn't play fair, and that's because of him, in the end, that was what he was taught to do because that's how Dirk raised him.

Not Dirk. Bro, not Dirk. Him but not him, and a splinter of himself is still himself, but he wants to be better than what he was, and he thinks that maybe that means not taking everything on himself. If Dave was trying it would be enough but Dirk doesn't know, Dirk can't tell if he's trying. The way he won't let Dirk read anything makes him think Dave isn't.

(It's his fault. It's his fault. Dirk fucked all of this up. This is all his fault.)

Can he force Dave's hand? If he went after him now—he shouldn't. He shouldn't try to make him see it like this. He can never leave things alone, he just wants Dave to be happier, safer, but he needs to stop. Except it's harder with Dave because Dirk's instincts keep telling him to stop Dave, don't push yourself too far don't play that song, and Dirk keeps ignoring them and everything goes to shit.]

Okay, I'll wait a month. I'll move Cal to Mountain Island until then.

[He drops his sword out of his sylladex then. It's the same sword, but it's so different. The hilt is the same, the length and shape of it. But the sword has a rusty hue instead of its gleaming silver, and where it moves an electric crackle of ozone fills the air. This is Dirk's sword, from Dirk's world. It has been remade to Dirk's own desires.]

I was thinking you owe me some Strifing lessons after putting me through all this shit. After all the work Loki put into rebuilding and improving it, I'm ready to put it to some use.

[ he'd like to say no and go find karkat and then maybe rose, but dave already didn't reach out to hold dirk's hand. he has to balance between keeping dirk far enough away dave isn't risking dropping bro issues on him but close enough that dirk doesn't heap self-hate issues on himself. so he just hums an acknowledgement and stands, letting his own sword fall out of his deck. ]

Not on the farm, though, I'm not remotely willin' to risk that.

[ there's not a joking smile to go along with it but he looks pretty calm?? ]

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