[Ryuji squints at the attempt of a joke he just made here, and man, maybe it would be better if he just pushed him backward toward his bed and made him conk out for a bit, because that level of effort was so suboptimal that he deserves that sort of treatment. Hard to do, though, when Dave's hand is monkey see-monkey doing the exact same thing, checking his own forehead for temperature. Which is wild, since he definitely didn't say simon says and the whole monkeying around business is kind of his shtick to begin with.
But. Yeah. They're the same in that regard too, like a truckload of other things that they have in common so freaking much. As if this entire exchange was enough to take all his sharp edges and make them a lot smoother, a knife of outward aggression turned with the handle outward, he eats Dave's touch up. There's a sort of sad smile that forms at it, since he knows how sick he is, and how Ryuji's probably going to become, and.
It's the same thing, every single time something bad happens in this station. He doesn't want to see him go through more torture, and they both probably know that whatever's going on is just the beginning of something worse to come. It doesn't really feel that great to have all these protective instincts over each other only... to not be that great at succeeding in those. That's a dumb thought, for sure, and nothing to get seriously depressed over or anything, because Dave had done more for him in the past few months than anyone he could ever count in his entire life. He didn't know how to express that one, either.
He lifts his hand from Dave's forehead, traveling to find the other's wrist as he pulls downward, away from his own hot spot and up against his cheek, just so he could feel what that would be like. Expression turning more vulnerable, he eyes Dave before looking down toward the floor a bit and 'hmm'-ing for a moment.]
Yeah man, practically glacial.
[And it's enough of a touch to keep him going, admittedly, before he feels like he's taking too much for himself and letting go. He's not great with words, that's for sure, but at least his actions have meaning behind them. And right now, he nods over to the bed.]
You know what could be even cooler though? [There's no game plan here, he's wingin' it.] Let me take care of you for a bit. I wanna be a good boy--- [Whoa.] A good boy. C'mon.
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But. Yeah. They're the same in that regard too, like a truckload of other things that they have in common so freaking much. As if this entire exchange was enough to take all his sharp edges and make them a lot smoother, a knife of outward aggression turned with the handle outward, he eats Dave's touch up. There's a sort of sad smile that forms at it, since he knows how sick he is, and how Ryuji's probably going to become, and.
It's the same thing, every single time something bad happens in this station. He doesn't want to see him go through more torture, and they both probably know that whatever's going on is just the beginning of something worse to come. It doesn't really feel that great to have all these protective instincts over each other only... to not be that great at succeeding in those. That's a dumb thought, for sure, and nothing to get seriously depressed over or anything, because Dave had done more for him in the past few months than anyone he could ever count in his entire life. He didn't know how to express that one, either.
He lifts his hand from Dave's forehead, traveling to find the other's wrist as he pulls downward, away from his own hot spot and up against his cheek, just so he could feel what that would be like. Expression turning more vulnerable, he eyes Dave before looking down toward the floor a bit and 'hmm'-ing for a moment.]
Yeah man, practically glacial.
[And it's enough of a touch to keep him going, admittedly, before he feels like he's taking too much for himself and letting go. He's not great with words, that's for sure, but at least his actions have meaning behind them. And right now, he nods over to the bed.]
You know what could be even cooler though? [There's no game plan here, he's wingin' it.] Let me take care of you for a bit. I wanna be a good boy--- [Whoa.] A good boy. C'mon.