[He wonders when it's going to come to pass that he won't be slightly weirded out by Dave's ability to make things completely disappear and tucked away into a pocket dimension- like he always forgets that that's a thing. He was ready to offer to take them for him and put the shades on the nightstand, but the easier, and way safer option is to just keep them hidden in his magic invisible backpack. Ryuji smiles when it happens, though- he doesn't think Dave's dumb at all, it's quickly filed under the weird-cute section of the mental cabinet he has saved especially for him.
Which, again, he catches himself thinking that he's cute? This happens so goddamn much, but at least he keeps mum about it this time.
They're so close as it is, and there's a really good chance that Ryuji's not going to be able to fall asleep right now anyway. If they're going to play the game of who stays up later than the other, Ryuji wouldn't actively try to compete, it's just that... there's a lot of feelings here to commit to memory and adjust to. All he knows is that he's wired to be a physical guy, that he conveys his intents and emotions better through things like holding Dave than he can with words or turns of phrases, or bumbling through the same thing with a million "like", "uhm," "uh," and "y'know"s. This is at least something he feels pretty decent at naturally, and when he curls a little bit, Ryuji faces the inevitable question of what to do with his legs, since kneecap on kneecap isn't very comfortable if he curls up too. So he makes another bold move, and moves his injured lower limb forward a little bit, allowing him to tilt slightly on his side more to angle his way into being between Dave's own legs.
There's something unspoken here, too, and Ryuji's too shy to acknowledge it, but he's especially aware of his bad leg being the one he moved forward due to their positioning. It's, weirdly in some way, a gesture of trust, and he looks at Dave to make sure that this is okay, too.]
Man... I never knew two blankets could make this much of a freaking difference. [It's a joke, he's completely aware of how much more warm a bed is with two people in it.]
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Which, again, he catches himself thinking that he's cute? This happens so goddamn much, but at least he keeps mum about it this time.
They're so close as it is, and there's a really good chance that Ryuji's not going to be able to fall asleep right now anyway. If they're going to play the game of who stays up later than the other, Ryuji wouldn't actively try to compete, it's just that... there's a lot of feelings here to commit to memory and adjust to. All he knows is that he's wired to be a physical guy, that he conveys his intents and emotions better through things like holding Dave than he can with words or turns of phrases, or bumbling through the same thing with a million "like", "uhm," "uh," and "y'know"s. This is at least something he feels pretty decent at naturally, and when he curls a little bit, Ryuji faces the inevitable question of what to do with his legs, since kneecap on kneecap isn't very comfortable if he curls up too. So he makes another bold move, and moves his injured lower limb forward a little bit, allowing him to tilt slightly on his side more to angle his way into being between Dave's own legs.
There's something unspoken here, too, and Ryuji's too shy to acknowledge it, but he's especially aware of his bad leg being the one he moved forward due to their positioning. It's, weirdly in some way, a gesture of trust, and he looks at Dave to make sure that this is okay, too.]
Man... I never knew two blankets could make this much of a freaking difference. [It's a joke, he's completely aware of how much more warm a bed is with two people in it.]