[Lord knows that Dave's got some real swagger to him, he's practically made of cool (except, really?), but Ryuji sees him sway like that and doesn't think he's reenacting the Humpty Hump as much as... the Humpty Dumpty. He'll try to stabilize him a little bit, wrapping an arm around him and giving him the biggest fucking green light to use him as a pillow if that's what he wants.
(Let's also maybe pretend that it's not a selfish act in an of itself either, like Ryuji didn't practically bullheadedly demand that he let Dave take care of him. And, you know, do the aggressively relationship thing, and maybe it's too much? Is this too much? He has no goddamn clue what he's doing here, but he wants... so badly to be comforting.)
And sure, despite the message being somewhat full speed ahead on the relationship stuff, Ryuji isn't about to actively try and change Dave. He figures stuff will come out like it always does between them- a rambling of completely non-related stuff that becomes incredibly topical and somewhat transparent until Ryuji asks the hard hitting questions. But... it does feel good knowing. Feelings. Emotions. Ryuji has to work on that too, so maybe it's something they can get better at together?
Either way, he's got an arm around him, and it's sort of wild that just a few weeks ago this would be giving him a near heart attack, or blushing beyond recognition and that thought is completely effin' blown by the wayside when Dave opens his mouth to answer Ryuji's offer to speak his mind and.
What the actual hell?
God.
Why does he like him so much?
--- is probably what he should be thinking, but he just fondly groans at that.]
Yeah. You never saw the commercials when you were a kid? These extreme snowboarder kids would turn into a golden kinda mess of liquid and it's kinda weird that it implied they'd like... cannibalize themselves if they were Khaki Suns or something like that, but the fruit punch one.
Man, the fruit punch flavor. You could trade that shit for literal gold in elementary school. And banana milk.
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(Let's also maybe pretend that it's not a selfish act in an of itself either, like Ryuji didn't practically bullheadedly demand that he let Dave take care of him. And, you know, do the aggressively relationship thing, and maybe it's too much? Is this too much? He has no goddamn clue what he's doing here, but he wants... so badly to be comforting.)
And sure, despite the message being somewhat full speed ahead on the relationship stuff, Ryuji isn't about to actively try and change Dave. He figures stuff will come out like it always does between them- a rambling of completely non-related stuff that becomes incredibly topical and somewhat transparent until Ryuji asks the hard hitting questions. But... it does feel good knowing. Feelings. Emotions. Ryuji has to work on that too, so maybe it's something they can get better at together?
Either way, he's got an arm around him, and it's sort of wild that just a few weeks ago this would be giving him a near heart attack, or blushing beyond recognition and that thought is completely effin' blown by the wayside when Dave opens his mouth to answer Ryuji's offer to speak his mind and.
What the actual hell?
God.
Why does he like him so much?
--- is probably what he should be thinking, but he just fondly groans at that.]
Yeah. You never saw the commercials when you were a kid? These extreme snowboarder kids would turn into a golden kinda mess of liquid and it's kinda weird that it implied they'd like... cannibalize themselves if they were Khaki Suns or something like that, but the fruit punch one.
Man, the fruit punch flavor. You could trade that shit for literal gold in elementary school. And banana milk.