Fuck you, that was gold. [ no it wasn't and he knows it. dave's voice is a little quieter and strained because he's so full of fondness and there's something sweet about john's lips against the stupidly impulsive tattoo.

he's not sure how he keeps figuring out new ways to love john even more. it's exhausting and dave's hands find the back of john's neck, playing with the ends of his hair. ]

I love you more than should be humanly possible. Every day. I think the only viable outcome here is that I'll explode at some point from loving you. Like a human balloon. Guts everywhere.

[ #romantic mood: human balloon guts

why does dave say words. ]