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[ glad john knows what he likes?? and honestly he hadn't really thought too much about the turntables (he wanted them but he'd give them up in a second if the space didn't work out, because music is important but john is maybe more important). dave loops his own arms around john's waist, automatic. ]

And play together?

Yeah, why not? If we get a place with two bedrooms anyway then we'd have enough space for a music room. Storage and music and cat room. I think it makes sense. [Cool, this is pretty much his favorite position so thanks Dave.] I'm still working on new pieces, too. So it would be cool to do remixes and stuff. Like a thing we do together?

[...] We used to back then, so...it sounds really fun.

I mean, yes, please? Always. I don't exactly have to worry about what I worried about back on my birthday, so yeah, I want to do shit together with you. Musically. Like the non-ridiculous version of a teen pop musical duet, lifestyle wise.

I would absolutely do a pop duet with you, too, but I get your point. [Hmm...] You really were worried about a lot back then, weren't you?

[ a shrug. ] I knew as soon as you took me to the music room that there was absolutely no way in fuckin' hell I wouldn't be stuck with a crush on you forever if I let you play me anything.

[ or stuck with worse? ]

I mean, I wasn't wrong, either. [ it just happened to work out so that's okay then. ]

Yeah, I've since been informed that playing your best bro a song you wrote for his birthday, especially that kind of song is pretty gay so I suppose a crush would have been a step in the right direction. [Thanks John. His hands squeeze a little tighter to hold onto him.]

Why do you think they call it a crush anyway?

I mean, I knew I wouldn't be able to just. Ignore it anymore. [ but he considers the aside like he does any tangental question posed to him ever. ] And I assume because of how it feels? Like your heart is being squeezed into last year's little black dress dress, before you gained all the holiday weight from eating too much dessert.

First of all, some of us don't gain holiday weight. [Like John for instance. Or even Dave, much to John's chagrin.] But I get it. One of those things that presses in on you without warning.

I'm glad you didn't ignore it when it was out in the open, for the record. But I am sorry I ever made you really worry about how much I liked you. [He's going to continue being sorry apparently.]

[ dave...rolls his eyes. ] Dude, that's not really your fault? I just. Thought it seemed a little too good to be true, because I wanted you a little too much. Want you. Whatever. [ tenses! ] ...And since, like, March. I've had a little bit of trouble conceptualizing that it's...okay. To do that.

I'm still not sure what "too much" is when the want thing is pretty mutual at this point. But yeah. I know. It's been a while for you.

[He pulls back a little then (still keeping his arms around Dave) and makes the most serious face possible.] Dave Strider. It is definitely okay for you to want me. I completely understand. [...okay. Maybe there's a grin tacked on anyway.]

At all. [ dave clarifies, like that clarifies anything what so fucking ever. and maybe someday it'll make sense to john if dave ever actually talks to his fucking boyfriend about the things that make him tick, but he doesn't even consider it right this second. he just snorts, because john's ridiculous, and god he really doesn't want to go back to magatus tomorrow. ] ...Anyway, I couldn't stop myself if I tried at this point. I could hide it, maybe, but that's about it.

[There's another perplexed look. Hm. Yeah, maybe please talk to your boyfriend, Dave. Someday. But yeah he doesn't feel like going back either so instead it's just back to teasing Dave.]

You were sleeping in my bed. I am not sure how much hiding we were doing at the end anyway now that I think about it. But I get it. I was pretty sure it was too good to be possible, too. On top of everything else. [A sexuality crisis, other-life crisis, etc.]

That doesn't count. I'd've slept with you for the rest of my life completely platonic if you were down. [ weird shit to say featuring dave strider, AS EVER.

but it's not really completely platonic now and he just leans in to kiss john since john is right there, brief and a little quiet. ] ...But yeah, whatever, maybe I'm a little more obvious than I should be with you. You're kind of oblivious, I could have maybe gotten away with it if you hadn't liked me back?

I'm not sure that's how that works, but okay. Good to know this isn't platonic. Because I do not want it to be platonic anymore. [Dave you are so fucking weird. But he's fine with the kiss and he holds him there for a few beats before he draws away.]

Excuuuuuse me for not being as skilled in dealing with guy-crushes in this lifetime. Would you have ever told me if I didn't say something first?

No. [ he's being really honest here. ] I would have just been your best friend. You know. I would've been your wingman whenever you wanted and I would have listened to whatever you had to say about anyone you fell for and I would have supported you and I would've hoped like fuck you were happy. You wouldn't have ever had a better friend than me.

[...hah. Give him a second just to hug him and shut up then, basically.]

Won't. I won't have a better friend than you. [Tense, Dave.] The best part, I think, is that you are still my best friend. And will be no matter what. So...it's pretty awesome. Even when you run off to Vegas to marry Minato and stuff we will still be best friends.

[Cool.] I want to keep mixing because I think it sounds cool, but maybe when we aren't on a clock?

Let's go home and at least pretend to sleep, then?

[ because. yeah. ]

I can do the wingman thing and maybe get this blonde I know to go back with you.

I would be interested in seeing your wingman skills work. Think this blonde would let me make dinner for us, too?

I think he'd probably let you do whatever. He's kind of hopeless for you.

That is a dangerous power to give me, but I'll do my best. [He's just shifting to cradle Dave's head before he's up on his toes to press a kiss to his forehead.] You need to eat. Seriously. And then we can pretend to sleep and just watch shitty movies when that fails. And by shitty movies I mean ones you call shitty but ones I genuinely like because your taste is different.

[ a quiet shrug. ] They're maybe worth watching if they're with you. But okay, sounds good. [ sounds heartbreaking, maybe, and what's the point of time travel if you can never have quite enough time? ]

How do you feel about grilled cheese? [It sucks. It sucks yo have to leave him again for probably another couple of weeks and it is a strange realization how close they've become. ] And maybe marathoning something light.

[ grilled cheese is easy to eat, but he'd honestly eat whatever john put in front of him. dave always tries, even if he doesn't always finish stuff up. so he nods, then kisses john's cheek and lets go. ] Want me to drive back, or do you want to take control again?

You can drive, I don't care. Like I said you haven't damaged her yet so I trust you. I'm ready when you are though.

Like you wouldn't let any of your friends drive her. [ but he goes to unlock his door and lead the way away ]

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