[If Dave's been laid bare for Ryuji to see via lack of his shades hiding his face, the only thing he notices, and ever notices, really, is how much he likes seeing his eyes. The number of times it's happened can be counted on one hand, so when it does happen, it feels all the more important, like he should pay extra special attention to things going on right now, and sure- maybe he's weaker in the sense that this shield of his is down, like there's some major chink in his armor that's been viscerally cut open, but Ryuji just... doesn't even see that. Protected from the outside world or not, his directive is pretty much the same. See it through. See the both of them through. That's what he knows, and it's what he sticks by, even as Dave starts to sit down on his bed.
And god, the amount of personal things he would actually give up to see Dave have a juice box worth of AJ in his hand is probably equally embarrassing, like he feels that it's imperative to him to make sure that whatever he wants is fulfilled and catered to. It's unrealistic at its worst, and potentially dangerous at best, but for now, it's just a sad afterthought, that he can't officiate his needs as they come driving by, piece-wise.
He wants to go to the bathroom to get a towel wet with cool water and place it up against his forehead, to calm his forehead down like it wasn't a forest fire that even Smokey the Bear couldn't control with a stern warning, but he's pulled in a gravitational whirl, as it usually happens to Ryuji when Dave says something that isn't finite and conclusive, and he finds himself sitting down next to him, legs spread at shoulder length as his own blanket slides down the width of his shoulders. It's cool. The blanket wasn't doing much, but he's not going to complain at this point. Doesn't seem right.]
Yeah, dude. Shoot away. [He looks over. Ryuji's past the point of being coy about pretty much... anything, really. He's told Dave how he feels about him, so it goes without saying that there's not really much else of a secret he wants to keep.]
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And god, the amount of personal things he would actually give up to see Dave have a juice box worth of AJ in his hand is probably equally embarrassing, like he feels that it's imperative to him to make sure that whatever he wants is fulfilled and catered to. It's unrealistic at its worst, and potentially dangerous at best, but for now, it's just a sad afterthought, that he can't officiate his needs as they come driving by, piece-wise.
He wants to go to the bathroom to get a towel wet with cool water and place it up against his forehead, to calm his forehead down like it wasn't a forest fire that even Smokey the Bear couldn't control with a stern warning, but he's pulled in a gravitational whirl, as it usually happens to Ryuji when Dave says something that isn't finite and conclusive, and he finds himself sitting down next to him, legs spread at shoulder length as his own blanket slides down the width of his shoulders. It's cool. The blanket wasn't doing much, but he's not going to complain at this point. Doesn't seem right.]
Yeah, dude. Shoot away. [He looks over. Ryuji's past the point of being coy about pretty much... anything, really. He's told Dave how he feels about him, so it goes without saying that there's not really much else of a secret he wants to keep.]