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No. No one ever sang for me back then, either. [ dave’s tone is a little amused even as his hand keeps moving. ] I used to think of it as some, like...I don’t know, you know how sometimes you see dumb shit in movies and think “oh, that’d be nice” followed by “and impossible, never gonna happen”?

Yeah, I guess so. But I think maybe if you had asked back then we probably would have said yes. Or at least one of us would have. You had three of us to try.

[...] But if that is true why ask me to sing on the first day we met?

I wouldn’t have asked back then. [ not when he was a kid. text convos were fine, but bro could have interrupted voice stuff more easily and maybe it would have been too weird even for dave to ask for a recorded lullaby. ] As to that, I just...really wanted to hear your voice. Dunno, guess I figured that would make you more real somehow?

Right. And my physical presence would not make things real enough. [He's teasing but simultaneously he finds himself wondering what else is going on in Dave's head.]

Well. Now that you have heard it, is it what you were thinking it'd be?

You underestimate how often I heard all of you speaking to me. [ quietly. ] And it’s your voice. So...yes?

We never video chatted? [That's a surprise to him but at the same time. They were ten. So maybe that's not that surprising.] I mean I knew what you guys looked like since I never felt like I didn't when I saw you in my memories so I guess I am surprised.

[...also that's. Cute. And weird. And he's not sure how to handle that so he shifts a little so Dave can't see the look on his face.] ...it's not off the table completely but it is still a thing I'm not really up for all the time. Singing, I mean. Not talking.

It wasn’t my thing. [ bruises and bro. ] And do you mean lullabyes aren’t or singing in general isn’t?

[He doesn't reply to that because sure, Dave probably had his reasons.]

Both, sort of. I don't even know what would count as a lullabye and also, I would probably feel really stupid. [Probably. Maybe.]

Then don’t worry about it until and unless you want to. [ sage advice? ] It’s not super important.

It kind of is though. [Which is said before he gathers his thoughts and instead he focuses on the cat.] Anyway, this is not exactly solving the problem here.

I mean, whether or not that method would work doesn’t matter. I’ll ask you about shit but I don’t want you doin’ it unless you want to. And not if you’re not comfortable. It sucks to be penned in with bullshit like that, and I never want to do that to you. [ he already has given up on certain things he’s uncomfortable or unhappy with not being things? john shouldn’t have to. ] It’s not like that’s the only way. The more pertinent issue is you’re not tired.

I know you don't. [He figures, given their last few conversations, but at the same time he's settled where he's at and he shrugs slowly.]

Someday. And I will give you fair warning and stuff. [If he ever finds a reason to sing, sure. But as it is there are other things.] Are you tired at all? Be honest.

[ "be honest" is not a command that always works on dave. he looks down at john and knows john can't even make out his features, probably, and admits: ]

Exhausted.

Figured. [A half-grin.] So what are you doing...?

Playing with your hair?

[ ALSO AN HONEST ANSWER. ]

For reasons I have yet to figure out, yeah. [Not that he's stopping him...] I meant the whole "not trying to relax more and attempt sleeping" thing, dude.

You're not tired yet.

[ THANKS, DAVE. he blatantly ignores the hair statement whatever ]

And if I said I was how much would that change, exactly? [Dave you're going to be the death of him, you asshole.]

Then I guess we would get ready for bed? [ PROBABLY HE IS. he tugs on john's hair, lightly. ] A few more hours won't kill me.

I would buy that if I didn't know you have been up for several days in a row already. [He slaps at Dave's hand but not really that hard. Mewpac's probably getting annoyed they keep moving around.] We can turn out the lights and stuff, it's fine.

You wanted a night off? [ to relax. hm.

why not just give in, tbh. ] Why don't you get changed and hit the lights, then.

[...there's a small grin and he nods, shifting to dump Mewpac back onto Dave as he grabs his wrist to pull his hand out of his hair. He'll sit up, rolling his neck a little to work out the kinks thanks to lying like that for a while before he gets up and begins to tidy up the room. (Mostly throwing away garbage and moving shit back to his side.)]

Sounds like a good plan to me.

[It doesn't take long for him to remove the leftovers from his 'dex to put in the fridge and get changed and eventually he grabs his ghost blanket and hits the lights, using his phone to navigate in the dark back to Dave's bed and promptly stumbling over one of his cords. At least he says upright.]

Dude. We seriously need to talk about this, too. [Also he's apparently doing all of this without his glasses so good luck, John.]

I thought we had a firm "don't talk about it" policy on where we sleep? [ promptly ignoring the cord issue and throwing out a terrible distraction. dave has shifted closer to the wall and mewpac is making space for herself on one of the pillows, so.

john's glasses have since been placed on dave's desk but he doesn't bother to remove his shades, as per usual, and will wait for john to actually get on the bed before he rearranges himself here. ]

Yeah. That is still in place. [Mostly because he's definitely not ready to confront that just yet and once he's sure where the kitten is and spots his glasses on the desk he'll ease onto the free space on the bed and toss the blanket over both of them.]

Pretty soon she is going to be too big to really do that. [Mewpac will someday be a cat and not small enough to tote around in their pockets. It's weird.]

You say, like that's gonna stop us lettin' her do it. [ dave had eased under the covers and slides those over john too, his bed. a mess of untucked sheets and whatever as usual. once john's actually on the bed he shifts closer, sticking to the policy of not talking about it but curling up into john's side regardless and resting his head on john's chest.

john wasn't wrong about heartbeats. ]

Just talk to me. [ actually finally circling around to answering. ]

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