[he means that to a couple of different things, honestly. give him a few seconds to catch up and process everything, like that kind of awkward but still very affectionate set of gestures they both just did, still stubbornly trying to look out for each other when they're both down and the space station is still kicking them hard, and the fact that he's basically being told to relax and not worry, which are pretty big requests to make of Dave. he has no shades or very strong emotional barriers to stand behind as he is, so the concern is pretty blatantly right there, out in the open. he's not even trying to hide it at this point.]
[but he lets his hand drop to his side, reasonably satisfied that Ryuji is not, in fact, living lava. not right now, anyway. it's anybody's guess what the fuck sort of bullshit a space ailment is going to pull on them next.]
[but the more Ryuji refers to the bed, the more it occurs to him that being vertical right now is a really bad idea. he might actually fall over again if he tries to stand around for too much longer, so ... yeah, he'll make the the pretty pathetically sad sick shuffle back to bed. and he'll even mumble a bit as he does it — something about how he'd give up the extra clothes the ghosts gave him for space Christmas, and maybe even shampoo for like month, if it meant he could have a bottle of apple juice right now.]
[.... wait.]
Hey. [now that he is at least seated on his bed.] I've been meaning to ask you something.
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[he means that to a couple of different things, honestly. give him a few seconds to catch up and process everything, like that kind of awkward but still very affectionate set of gestures they both just did, still stubbornly trying to look out for each other when they're both down and the space station is still kicking them hard, and the fact that he's basically being told to relax and not worry, which are pretty big requests to make of Dave. he has no shades or very strong emotional barriers to stand behind as he is, so the concern is pretty blatantly right there, out in the open. he's not even trying to hide it at this point.]
[but he lets his hand drop to his side, reasonably satisfied that Ryuji is not, in fact, living lava. not right now, anyway. it's anybody's guess what the fuck sort of bullshit a space ailment is going to pull on them next.]
[but the more Ryuji refers to the bed, the more it occurs to him that being vertical right now is a really bad idea. he might actually fall over again if he tries to stand around for too much longer, so ... yeah, he'll make the the pretty pathetically sad sick shuffle back to bed. and he'll even mumble a bit as he does it — something about how he'd give up the extra clothes the ghosts gave him for space Christmas, and maybe even shampoo for like month, if it meant he could have a bottle of apple juice right now.]
[.... wait.]
Hey. [now that he is at least seated on his bed.] I've been meaning to ask you something.