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[He pauses, and rather stupidly, he looks back at the couch.]

Sorry. Just, it's best you don't feel that unless you're sitting or something. You don't have to come. I'll make it.

[ dave, having already gotten to his feet, simply goes to slap the back of dirk's head, slow enough it can be easily dodged. ]

I was jokin'. Let's go.

[He does dodge it although only barely.]

You can go back to whatever you were doing.

[Joke missed.]

So you don't want me to come with suddenly?

[ still in tones of amusement, but. ]

I was goin' to sing you a lullaby and everythin'.

[ that's. so specific? does dave want to sing a lullaby. maybe. does he want dirk to sing him one. maybe. don't think about it too deeply dirk ]

There's a lullaby.

[?

Dave just said there's a lullaby, Dirk. Believe him.

Or he could... shuffle closer, a little, kinda like he wants to shift his weight onto Dave but is resisting doing so.]

Anythin' could be a lullaby, or so I have been informed?

[ by...who. he made that up just now. what the fuck. there's a little quirk to the side of his mouth that's nearly a smile. ]

You should just ask. Especially 'cause I already offered.

[He doesn't want to. He stares at Dave for, like, a full ten seconds.

Then he just drapes his arms over Dave's shoulders and also puts his weight against Dave. Dave can piggyback him? Or he can drag him. Dirk's head is gonna use Dave's shoulder as a pillow though.]

I'm not that tired.

You said you were tired. That's like takin' out a fuckin' ad on twenty billboards and puttin' on a broadway play, in Dirk Strider speak.

[ that makes almost no sense. but sure, dave can pretty easily turn this into a piggyback. for all that he's usually in the other position, it isn't like he's incapable of lifting dirk without breaking a sweat, and it's not going to take long to get them back to the bedroom level? ]

Which bunk am I droppin' you off in, by the way.

Billboard ads take a great deal of energy.

[He isn't even sure why he's grumbling at this point. It is a very nonsensical habit and he is distantly aware he should probably give it up.]

Are you sleepin' too?

[ for once he's not super extremely tired, but. ]

I was always gonna from the point at which you admitted to bein' tired. [ he was just giving dirk a hard time...for assuming... ]

Changing question. Are you tired?

[Because then Dirk can't make Dave sleep? That would be bad.

He says, letting himself get carried up to the bunk bed.]

[ he isn't really. but the amount of times dirk has simply consented to being around while dave sleeps is kind of beyond counting on one hand, and he's well aware dirk gets weird about things, so: ]

That would be the implication to be had by my plannin' to take a nap, yes. Gothic horror smut is exhausting to plow through? About as exhaustin' for me as it is for the like, horrorterror things to plow one another probably. Possibly more so?

[ he should really someday just admit defeat re: the book club. ]

That doesn't answer my question.

[He's tired, not stupid.]

I can sleep with the lights on? [Implication is that Dave can therefore do Whatever]

[ it earns him another laugh? oops. ]

Does so. I'm exhausted, therefore I'm tired. If you're takin' away my right to use synonyms I'm gonna have to have words with you. And all of them are gonna be synonyms. So, anyway, Mr. You Didn't Answer My Question, Hypocritical Asshole: which bunk?

[ this is a stupid thing to dig his heels in over but its happening anyway ]

You said implication. Exhausted and tired aren't absolute synonyms.

[A pedant even in sleepiness.]

Yours. You can just come in and out whenever.

Pedantic jackass.

[ that should not be said remotely fondly or with any level of amusement, so pretend it isn't. it wouldn't be anyway if anyone else were listening, because dave's tone doesn't actually shift at all. but at least he doesn't actually dump dirk on the bed, just lets him off light?

which is like

mitigated by the fact he immediately hops over dirk because he likes to be near the wall always so look out but w/e ]

[It's fine, he can dodge Dave easily.]

I don't mind if you hop over me while I'm sleeping.

[Dave can move. It is okay.]

You're bein' kinda unfair, y'know.

[ also whatever dirk dave's just going to flop on his side curled up since it's that or laying on his back. regardless of who is around he still always feels best with his back to a solid surface. ]

How.

[This is a grave offence, how did he commit it??]

How many times have you stayed with me when you weren't tired?

[ he holds out his left hand towards dirk. ]

I was gonna say "when you had better shit to do". But I don't want you to think I have that. And I guess you wouldn't think you did either?

I don't ever have better shit to do.

[He takes Dave's hand and pulls it over enough to make a pillow out of it.]

I would argue that you do but that doesn't currently support my point I'm makin' right now, which is that maybe I don't have better shit to do, either.

[ so congrats dirk he won't argue that because rn it isn't! beneficial! also there's literally no protest or struggle about the hand thing. ]

So, share.

Okay. Just... be careful.

[It's stupid and not what he wants to say. He wants to say It's a lot and It was scary and painful. He doesn't know the words. He reaches into his memory, and he lets Dave feel what it was like to feel the planet in full.]

[ dave doesn't say he's always careful, because that's a dumb baldfaced lie. instead he just shuts his eyes and lets it happen. it's a lot. automatically he searches for his center; every single timeline splayed out in a thousand splintering directions is too much. the clock at the center is a centerpiece. think of it like that. focus in on the core and wait for a few breaths before you look at the rest.

despite that, his right hand, still free, does automatically reach out for dirk just to grab onto his arm, light. for the moment, dirk and dave's innate sense of when will count as a steadying influence. ]

Huh. [ they're really eloquent after they share this shit. wow. so amaze. ]

Yeah.

[He doesn't mind the arm grab but it worries him. He squeezes the hand he has in his to give another grounding point.]

It's big.

[so well-spoken]

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