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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. ]

It might! [It won't, they both suck. His feet kick a little to try and fix Dave's sheets but eventually he gives up, shifting enough so he's on his back and Dave can curl up in his usual fashion.

...eventually, he'll have to confront what all of this means instead of pretending it doesn't exist. He can tell himself that this is just how things are, that things are better, that Dave's his best friend and he'd do anything for his friends, but logically he knows there's more to it than that and it's sudden and startling enough that he backs off immediately. Instead, a hand comes up to play with Dave's hair instead to get him to relax and shifts so he can hear his heartbeat that he's seriously hoping is steady and not picking now to go a little crazy.]

Okay. All of my finals are pretty early in December, so at least I can stop worrying about school soon. Winter break's soon too, isn't it?

[ idk you tell me. how steady is that heartbeat? ]

If by "soon" you mean near the end of December, yeah. I think we can technically just kick it in the dorm. [ ...since john isn't leaving because dave was promised a christmas and new years thing. ] Unless you really, really want to sleep in a bunkbed and deal with a mess of people.

[Fairly, to his credit! On occasion it spikes but for the most part it's perfectly steady and calm.]

That's still soon enough! Like a month. I can handle that. [He wrinkles his nose though.] As much as I like people I think staying here isn't a bad idea. I've never slept in an actual bunkbed.

Only benefit is you can hang, like, blankets down from the top bunk to make curtains. Dark.

[ apparently dave had the bottom bunk...? and luckily he wouldn't have reacted to a non-steady heartbeat outwardly anyway, but a steady one is something to count.

it's stupid. he's tired. whatever! ]

[A hum.] You're happier in the dark? [Dark bunkbed, darkrooms, etc. John has a steady enough heartbeat that Dave can calm down at least. Thanks for that everybody.

After a short lull though he shifts to let his hand run over Dave's arm and side and basically treat him like a cat and try to lull him into relaxing.]

I'm happier with you. [ picked out at random from possible responses when john starts treating him like a cat, but: ] I prefer darker places for sleep, yes. It's harder to fall asleep when it isn't. Also, they feel safer.

...oh. [Cool, I hope Dave's fine with the increase of John's heartbeat for a few seconds. He continues though so that's fine.] I mean, I am sort of used to falling asleep in really inconvenient places at inconvenient times but I can understand that.

[A pause, because he's unsure if it's safe to ask.] ...do you feel unsafe otherwise? [Read more: "do you feel unsafe often" but that would be pushing it.]

[ whoops!! john doesn't pause though, so. that's absolutely definitely fine. dave has at this point slung an arm over john's waist since it's more comfortable, sorry. the cat is probably sprawled fully on a pillow, content in the fact only one is being used. ]

I don't feel unsafe with you. [ dave just. answers a different question entirely. ]

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