[ dave wasn't wrong about not being there yet, either. he's not precisely feeding arousal back emotions wise; it's an uncomplicated desire to touch and have john in his personal space, tied up in feeling safe and something nearing worthwhile. it's being touch starved because he liked plenty of people on his team but he didn't let them into his space like this and he missed holding hands and having john's arms around him and he missed john's stupid heartbeat. one of his palms - scars and calluses he'd been spared here until months back - presses flat over john's heart and it's a stupid and almost painful kind of relieved affection.
he feels more like a person again and for the first time since they'd left his frayed nerves are evening out. john maybe mistakenly thinks dave knows how to be a person and there's no one in this room or even on their floor whose motives and actions dave can't account for and he's relaxing back into the chair and there's some kind of comfort with john's hands twisting in his hair and it feels nice enough there's a low hum in the back of his throat.
maybe none of it's so uncomplicated as it should be. it's a different and desperate kind of want for being anchored now and here and feeling a little more okay, stupidly, because john wants him here. ]
no subject
he feels more like a person again and for the first time since they'd left his frayed nerves are evening out. john maybe mistakenly thinks dave knows how to be a person and there's no one in this room or even on their floor whose motives and actions dave can't account for and he's relaxing back into the chair and there's some kind of comfort with john's hands twisting in his hair and it feels nice enough there's a low hum in the back of his throat.
maybe none of it's so uncomplicated as it should be. it's a different and desperate kind of want for being anchored now and here and feeling a little more okay, stupidly, because john wants him here. ]