...For a little over half a year I've been navigating what I do and do not tell my best friend about my life, and memories, and everything else. Since December I've been navigatin' that with him as my boyfriend. Sometimes I can't compromise; sometimes he can't. But we always try, first, at least now. We fucked up a lot at the start and I don't want to fuck up enough that we're just over, so yeah, I consider things from his point of view when I can because...he's more important than sticking to my guns on anything.
[Thanks Dave. He keeps Dave's hand in his and he approaches the front door of the house, giving the yard another cursory look before he works on unlocking the door.]
You're the one who was my best friend at thirteen, what does that say about your taste? [But the door's open and so...inside they go.]
[ malik is bouncing his leg pretty rapidly now. this energy has to go somewhere, as he winds tighter and tighter. ]
I don't want to talk about my memories with him. I don't want to be policed about what I can and can't do, just like I have been my entire life. He knows this and he's still upset by everything! It's not fair!
[ nevermind he's up and pacing. honestly dave isn't even registering right now. ]
It's unfair! He's being stupid! I'm not going to get arrested or whatever the hell else he's scared about! He doesn't trust me at all and that's not my fault!
The thing is that relationships with other people - platonic or not - kinda do require you to police yourself at least a little. Like. You don't have to, but if you don't work with other people, they...don't have an obligation to try, either, for you. I know you don't wanna hear that, but like...if someone won't tell you where they're comin' from, how can you really tell?
[The nice thing is that the place looks furnished! The downside is that it looks furnished like this.... He pauses in the doorway, staring at the clown paintings and squinting a little.]
I don't! [ his voice cracks. malik has reached peak anger, and is now starting to slip down the other side into distress. he's rubbing his forehead as he starts to slow. ]
We don't care, it'd be better if everything was gone. Then they'd know what it's like.
Dude, a lot of people do know what - things. Are like. Just...they don't talk about it, you know?
[ or they do, but people choose not to talk back. ]
But what other people know or don't isn't the main...thing. Like. You just don't strike me as a guy who wants to cut ties with someone completely, right now. With how upset you are.
[ there's no immediate response. malik goes through the motions like he's going through a nervous breakdown (again); he's breathing faster, he's shaking, he's possibly talking to himself although it's hard to tell. he doesn't move from his spot, and he doesn't stop staring at his feet.
until he does. and he looks up at dave, his eyes vacant but he's grinning like a maniac. ]
Then I'll just have to go back to using me.
[ there's a glowing eye on his forehead, something might be wrong? possibly. ]
[ dave should...probably do more than eye malik over the tops of his shades, candy-red eyes narrowed. ]
Am I gonna have to knock you on your ass? Dunno who all you tangoed with for sure last time, but I can and will. Malik, come the fuck on - I know it ain't easy to consider changin' how you do things, but sometimes you have to do hard shit.
I'm pretty sure he doesn't need you. You're just, like...I dunno, the equivalent of a really annoying mosquito bite? That has sometimes more serious consequences.
Yeah. This is...pretty much like what I remember. [He shuts the front door behind them and he's staring at the clown decor. At least that fucking harlequin doll isn't on the couch or anything. The layout's the same with a window directly to their right and the fireplace to the left. There's space where the TV goes and the couch, and Dave can see the doors to the kitchen, the study and then the stairs. And clowns.]
I am assuming I also bitched to you about the clown thing then.
Hahahahaha--! He needs me because he can't face reality! He's just as weak and pathetic as the last time I took control, hehehehe-- And that's why I'm not going anywhere.
[ His tongue lolls out of his mouth, showing off his new piercing -- the thing that is, funnily enough, the indirect cause of all this. He's still giggling, wheezy and quieter than before, but still apparent. ]
[John's following! He doesn't really know where to start with most of this so he follows along with his hand in Dave's.]
I've never been able to figure out why that is, but yeah, looks that way. The house layout itself is a little weird now that I think about it. Through the swinging doors is the kitchen and off the kitchen should be a laundry room if I remember. Or what should be the hook-ups for a washer and dryer, at least.
...Hm. I kinda wanna skip to your bedroom. [ he wants to see........if it's as dorky as he hopes.................. ] Kitchens ain't really my thing. You're the one who will have to pick out a place with a kitchen. I mean, the kitchen. You will have...you know.
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