Yeah. I love this kind of stuff. I didn’t want to come check it out without you though so...thanks for coming with me. [He finally looks at him again and smiles.] I think it was worth it.
[ dave is still looking through the camera lens at the displays, and he's at least well-controlled enough that the tension he feels isn't immediately visible. not to most people, anyway? he just sort of nods, humming and continuing to focus most of his attention on trying to get at least a few shots that don't totally suck. ]
You know I'll go with you to whatever you want. [ shit. wait. was that being a normal person? it's hard to tell since he'd say that to pretty much any friend. ] I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
Then what’s up? [He doesn’t mind that Dave’s camera stays in one spot and instead he’s just curious what’s going on in that pretty blonde head of his.]
but that would mean actually sharing what's in his head.
dave's fingers are by now fucking freezing and he taps them on the camera edges, frenetic motion. ]
...I already said we don't have to talk about it ever again. [ i.e.: he is not sure how to say "yo my head feels a little messed with and i have no clue how to react to you sometimes or what is still okay" in a way that doesn't seem...pressuring. how do people handle this bullshit beyond just opting to not? ] So it's not really important.
Dave, come on. It's fine? Like...it's whatever, if it is bothering you I would like to know how I can fix it since I brought you out here. But don't say it's not important, okay? It is.
You don't need to fix anything. [ except he actually remembers that he told john he was working on asking for certain things, and he's proceeded to...attempt to do that with other people and give up about two steps in to "hey i don't like x can you not do it" when they ignore the request. it's the same rut of not bothering to take step one after failing so many times in a row. ]
I just, [ hm ] It's not like it's not my own damn fault, but I don't know if I can like...
[ more vague hand gestures. ]
It's not really okay to talk about. I promised you time and I'll deal. Don't worry about it.
I don't understand. [Not entirely, not really.] I know what I said but I...this wasn't supposed to be about you just dealing with it. That's not fair to you either.
[ dave runs a hand through his hair, breathing out slow. ]
...I'm fuckin' this up. I fucked it up. Shit. Can we just...forget I ever mentioned it? You're chill, seriously, just...don't sweat it? If we want to talk "fair" I never should have brought it up. I'm sorry.
Put the camera away and come here for a second. [What in the fuck is going on, he sure doesn't know, but it's not hard to read between the lines after months (years, lifetimes) of knowing how Dave operates.]
[Once Dave's in front of him there's a pause because well. Now he wonders if this idea is just going to make things worse but Dave's freaking out about something while playing it cool and he's not going to ask what it is...but with his hands free he shifts to take both of Dave's hands in his and standing up on his toes to kiss his forehead instead.]
Don't freak out on me yet, okay? [It's mumbled, but he's not interested in forcing Dave to talk when he doesn't want to.]
Not on purpose. Sorry. I don't really know what that means, but I'm not really interested in mind games. [He's not quite 100% sure they're talking about the same thing.]
--get over it. [Ah. Of course.] So you want to just...stop. Even though you like me. [Two and two are not making four currently and he's giving Dave a very level look.]
You need to back off. I need to back off. I can't do the romantic shit while we're in limbo and I constantly don't know if it's all right to react and I can't anyway because that's the exact opposite of giving you time, okay? I can flirt with my friends and perfect strangers if it's not remotely serious but I am serious and that means the rules are a little different. I don't know if I have to make myself get over you or not yet, and I might not ever know, so you need to give me time to at least learn to pretend.
[...oh. For a minute John sort of just stares at him like he's trying to comprehend what's being said, but it's pretty obvious. Dave already thinks this is going to blow up somehow and John...doesn't quite know how to assure him of that when he's not sure what to do.
He's serious, too, but he told Dave he needed time and now here they are. Limbo. He's aware he could offer up his protests right now but he's not sure Dave would even believe him.
So...he lets go of his hands and nods slowly. Back off. He can back off like Dave needs right now.]
...okay. [It sounds casual and off to his own ears and he gives Dave another slight smile.] I'm sorry, I didn't...[Don't make excuses, you stupid fuck.] I'm sorry. [He turns back to look at the last house on the stream.] I get it. It's not fair to you.
I'm sorry, too. I'm bein' less than fair but I just... [ can't handle it? god, he really is pathetic. the words what would bro think are useless because he wouldn't think anything, but they flicker by anyway, a relic from a bygone era that's never quite bygone. ]
I said I would give you time and I want to do that. And I don't want to...burn everything down, so just. I'm going to stop doing the thing where I say the first thing to come to mind with you even when it's seriously ill-advised or...you know. And the thing where I make up excuses to - anyway. I just...yeah. I'm sorry, this is my fault, just...yeah.
I should have known better. It's not on you. It's kind of on me since I'm the one who told you I needed time and then...nothing changed. This isn't your fault, dude. It's fine. [It's not. It kind of really fucking sucks, but he can be enough of an adult to try and clean up messes he created.] We're still okay.
Okay. [ he wishes he believed that, but he does not. mostly he believes he ruined whatever minuscule chance there was of anything, and potentially their friendship, by saying words.
but john is playing it calm so dave does the same thing and tells himself it's fine to fake it. ]
Then we can drop it for real this time. [ he doesn't say "until you say something" because there's no time limit on that and it's probably better to proceed like an answer will never come for the sake of his day to day sanity (or worse??? hard to say). it's easier than sitting there waiting to see what the answer is, anyway. ] No pseudo-dates or hand holding or flirting. Cool?
[ he hopes he sounds less uncertain to john than he does to himself. he's always sucked at boundaries. ]
[It's probably a bad sign that his first instinct is to say "no" but if that's what Dave wants he has to swallow his own pride and agree with him. John's the one who got them into this mess so it's fair for Dave to set his own perimeters.]
Sure. [It's all he can say and he doesn't bother smiling that time even though his expression otherwise is calm.] ...this is the end of the block.
[The walking tour. Focus on the lights. Focus on what you're doing and not words, John, you stupid idiot.]
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You know I'll go with you to whatever you want. [ shit. wait. was that being a normal person? it's hard to tell since he'd say that to pretty much any friend. ] I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
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...I don't know. [ or he does know, and that's a problem, but. ] I love hanging out with you, and you know this. That's not, like, the issue.
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but that would mean actually sharing what's in his head.
dave's fingers are by now fucking freezing and he taps them on the camera edges, frenetic motion. ]
...I already said we don't have to talk about it ever again. [ i.e.: he is not sure how to say "yo my head feels a little messed with and i have no clue how to react to you sometimes or what is still okay" in a way that doesn't seem...pressuring. how do people handle this bullshit beyond just opting to not? ] So it's not really important.
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Dave, come on. It's fine? Like...it's whatever, if it is bothering you I would like to know how I can fix it since I brought you out here. But don't say it's not important, okay? It is.
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I just, [ hm ] It's not like it's not my own damn fault, but I don't know if I can like...
[ more vague hand gestures. ]
It's not really okay to talk about. I promised you time and I'll deal. Don't worry about it.
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...I'm fuckin' this up. I fucked it up. Shit. Can we just...forget I ever mentioned it? You're chill, seriously, just...don't sweat it? If we want to talk "fair" I never should have brought it up. I'm sorry.
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Put the camera away and come here for a second. [What in the fuck is going on, he sure doesn't know, but it's not hard to read between the lines after months (years, lifetimes) of knowing how Dave operates.]
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Don't freak out on me yet, okay? [It's mumbled, but he's not interested in forcing Dave to talk when he doesn't want to.]
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maybe doesn't freak out? he's obviously tense now that john's holding his hands and can feel that (his hands are still col as fuck) but. ]
...You mess with my head. [ and that's maybe just 90% of what having a crush is but even so. ]
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Not on purpose. Sorry. I don't really know what that means, but I'm not really interested in mind games. [He's not quite 100% sure they're talking about the same thing.]
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I like you too much to keep doing the flirting thing, okay? Or all the handholding. You need to give me time to get over it first.
[ he’s pretty sure he already said “i like you” though actually he just told John he was into him but semantics. ]
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--get over it. [Ah. Of course.] So you want to just...stop. Even though you like me. [Two and two are not making four currently and he's giving Dave a very level look.]
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I didn't say that. [ he twists his hands to try to get them out of john's grip, though. ]
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You need to back off. I need to back off. I can't do the romantic shit while we're in limbo and I constantly don't know if it's all right to react and I can't anyway because that's the exact opposite of giving you time, okay? I can flirt with my friends and perfect strangers if it's not remotely serious but I am serious and that means the rules are a little different. I don't know if I have to make myself get over you or not yet, and I might not ever know, so you need to give me time to at least learn to pretend.
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He's serious, too, but he told Dave he needed time and now here they are. Limbo. He's aware he could offer up his protests right now but he's not sure Dave would even believe him.
So...he lets go of his hands and nods slowly. Back off. He can back off like Dave needs right now.]
...okay. [It sounds casual and off to his own ears and he gives Dave another slight smile.] I'm sorry, I didn't...[Don't make excuses, you stupid fuck.] I'm sorry. [He turns back to look at the last house on the stream.] I get it. It's not fair to you.
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I said I would give you time and I want to do that. And I don't want to...burn everything down, so just. I'm going to stop doing the thing where I say the first thing to come to mind with you even when it's seriously ill-advised or...you know. And the thing where I make up excuses to - anyway. I just...yeah. I'm sorry, this is my fault, just...yeah.
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I should have known better. It's not on you. It's kind of on me since I'm the one who told you I needed time and then...nothing changed. This isn't your fault, dude. It's fine. [It's not. It kind of really fucking sucks, but he can be enough of an adult to try and clean up messes he created.] We're still okay.
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but john is playing it calm so dave does the same thing and tells himself it's fine to fake it. ]
Then we can drop it for real this time. [ he doesn't say "until you say something" because there's no time limit on that and it's probably better to proceed like an answer will never come for the sake of his day to day sanity (or worse??? hard to say). it's easier than sitting there waiting to see what the answer is, anyway. ] No pseudo-dates or hand holding or flirting. Cool?
[ he hopes he sounds less uncertain to john than he does to himself. he's always sucked at boundaries. ]
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Sure. [It's all he can say and he doesn't bother smiling that time even though his expression otherwise is calm.] ...this is the end of the block.
[The walking tour. Focus on the lights. Focus on what you're doing and not words, John, you stupid idiot.]
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