[Both of them could think about a ton of what-ifs, like if Ryuji had picked up that he was flirting with Dave, or that Dave was flirting with him back, would it have consciously become a thing for Ryuji to get the hint that the other was into him? Maybe if it had happened earlier than it really did, he wouldn't have been as ready to accept himself for it. All Ryuji knows is that there was a time when he knew there were feelings there, and then like snow sliding off a roof of a house, it had nearly buried him all at once, and he suddenly had to figure out how to dig his way out. Right up until he held Dave's hand in the observation deck.
Either way, though, it doesn't matter too much. The way things unfold were pretty much meant to be... the way things unfolded. He doesn't know shit about time or the way it's intended to march, but he sure does know that this right here? Feels just about as right as it could be.
At least, that might be true if it weren't for the fact that Dave had to bring up the monkey threads. Ryuji's fingers curl at Dave's side.]
W-what? [Why. It was going so incredibly well.] You didn't... suck those up into your inventory backpack did you... [He honestly wouldn't be surprised. Wasn't once in his life enough for Dave to see him in those cursed pj's? God, to be put in a position between his weighing his own dignity to wanting to make boyfriend happy... this is the true conundrum of relationships. Never mind the awkwardness at pushing his leg between Dave's.
And, oh. Ryuji smiles at the yawning decline of his head. It's so painfully obvious how much he adores Dave, and it takes a moment for his question to sink in. What jar?
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Either way, though, it doesn't matter too much. The way things unfold were pretty much meant to be... the way things unfolded. He doesn't know shit about time or the way it's intended to march, but he sure does know that this right here? Feels just about as right as it could be.
At least, that might be true if it weren't for the fact that Dave had to bring up the monkey threads. Ryuji's fingers curl at Dave's side.]
W-what? [Why. It was going so incredibly well.] You didn't... suck those up into your inventory backpack did you... [He honestly wouldn't be surprised. Wasn't once in his life enough for Dave to see him in those cursed pj's? God, to be put in a position between his weighing his own dignity to wanting to make boyfriend happy... this is the true conundrum of relationships. Never mind the awkwardness at pushing his leg between Dave's.
And, oh. Ryuji smiles at the yawning decline of his head. It's so painfully obvious how much he adores Dave, and it takes a moment for his question to sink in. What jar?
...right, his floating finger.]
Yeah. What about it?