[something like this happens every time Ryuji’s wrapped an arm around him, right back to the very first time he did, when they were listening to music and it absolutely was more of a date than either of them were probably brave enough to admit at the time. but, Dave always finds himself instinctively leaning into it — inching closer in this case — not really realizing he’s doing it until he’s already there. it’s almost like he’s never had someone hold him before, even though he’d maybe always secretly wanted someone to.]
[and he kind of has a moment where he’s trying to figure out what he should be doing. reciprocating? should he stay quiet, maybe try to sleep like they’d set out to do here, or maybe he should start just sending out his aforementioned inquiries. or maybe...]
What? Oh — [or maybe he should ditch the shades so he can sleep. Dave, you big dummy! he’d been so nervous about getting some shuteye that he forgot to complete the basic step two of getting some shuteye. step one was getting in bed in the first place.]
[he pulls the shades off his face and, like magic, they sort of zip away into hammerspace. and, weirdly enough? so does most of the nervousness he was feeling. he already broke the ice and made an idiot of himself ... no reason why he can’t just blaze a trail here and get comfy.]
[so, he does. he slides his arm underneath Ryuji’s, setlling into a sort of half embrace, curling himself up slightly. he still wants to keep talking, just give him a few minutes to get used to this very bold move he just made — he probably won’t fall asleep.]
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[and he kind of has a moment where he’s trying to figure out what he should be doing. reciprocating? should he stay quiet, maybe try to sleep like they’d set out to do here, or maybe he should start just sending out his aforementioned inquiries. or maybe...]
What? Oh — [or maybe he should ditch the shades so he can sleep. Dave, you big dummy! he’d been so nervous about getting some shuteye that he forgot to complete the basic step two of getting some shuteye. step one was getting in bed in the first place.]
[he pulls the shades off his face and, like magic, they sort of zip away into hammerspace. and, weirdly enough? so does most of the nervousness he was feeling. he already broke the ice and made an idiot of himself ... no reason why he can’t just blaze a trail here and get comfy.]
[so, he does. he slides his arm underneath Ryuji’s, setlling into a sort of half embrace, curling himself up slightly. he still wants to keep talking, just give him a few minutes to get used to this very bold move he just made — he probably won’t fall asleep.]