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[windeity]

JOHN EGBERT

"We came, we saw, we kicked its ass."

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also casually puts his font here for tagging not on my laptop whoops
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normal font too!

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Comments

[windeity]

[And he gets it!

Sort of.

Going in the totally opposite direction. In fact, he ducks his head a bit and appears sheepish, thumb rubbing over Dave's knuckles as he nods.] My bad. I get it. Then...I'll wait forever, too. It's not a big deal to wait.

[parodeity]

[ dave just gives john the blank look that he usually gives john when he's pretty sure john completely misunderstood something or just said something really questionable. ] You'll wait forever for...what?

[windeity]

You? [Duh, Dave.] I'm not going to push you into stuff you don't want to say or do yet. And I don't mind waiting until you're comfortable with...whatever.

[parodeity]

[ ok cool, good to know john completely misunderstood him and dave just. sighs. ] I wasn't talkin' about me, but good to know?

[windeity]

What? You shouldn't be worried about pushing me either, dude. That's kind of crazy. [But there's a slight grin.] I think you underestimate how much I like you.

[parodeity]

I'm a realist, [ dave corrects, but he picks up his carton of chinese to swirl the noodles around with his chopsticks. ] you should eat your food, babe.

[windeity]

[What about no though?]

...what do you mean by realist?

[parodeity]

I mean my estimates are fine?

[windeity]

That still doesn't explain much, Dave.

[parodeity]

...I love you? [ it's true ]

[windeity]

[A SIGH.] I love you, too. More than the stars.

[parodeity]

The ones in our room or the ones in the sky?

[windeity]

Why can't it be both?

[parodeity]

[ ...he laughs. ] Eat your food, Egbert.

[windeity]

Only if you eat yours and stop playing with it, Strider. [But he grabs his food again to eat and stare at the stars.]

[parodeity]

[ he just knocks his elbow into john's, but yes he'll eat now. ]

[windeity]

[Good Dave, best friend. John will eat and watch the stars above and watch their dumb cat chase things projected on the floor.]

...I really do like this, you know.

[parodeity]

The stars, or something else?

[windeity]

Everything about right now. But especially the stars.

[parodeity]

I just like how it feels.

[windeity]

Like coming home, in a way. Or maybe that is just me.

[parodeity]

I meant more bein' home. Same concept, different verb.

[windeity]

It's nice being home, isn't it? It has been a while since I've felt that.

[parodeity]

...You were always home even back then. So yeah.

[windeity]

Is that why you've always come back to me?