[look, deliriously ill or not, Dave knows good looks when he sees them? he's never actually outright told a guy he's got a nice ass before, though, which ... sure is a thing he just did. if he weren't already flushed with a fever he might think to be embarrassed about it, but to be honest, he's just kinda happy he thought it for a split second, then blurted it out, as he does. like he was brave enough to divulge an unabashedly physical item on the long list of things he really likes about Ryuji, because shit, he'd said he was going to, wasn't he? right before they were interrupted by their weird time marker of a frozen space burrito.]
Dunno much about filet mignons, but guess I do now.
[yeah, he looks pretty damn pleased with himself as he lets Ryuji lay him down for a nap. he'd be a lot less pleased if he knew about the morbid thought that had crossed his mind, though, because somehow, it feels like it'd take a lot more courage to lie to him right now. like he wouldn't be able to come up with anything other than the truth, that the universe has never really cared whether he's sort of immortal or not. space stations probably aren't any different.]
[but anyway, it sounds like he's got a lot of very confusing text messages to look forward to, until he figures out that Ryuji was texting himself. and, Dave has two standard modes of sleep, assuming Sburb shenanigans aren't involved. the more common one is pretty light, and in short bursts, like a cat or some other small animal that always has an ear open, just in case. that's the mode he was in when he was sitting against the wall, while Ryuji was sleeping in his bed.]
[and then there's the sort of sleep he slips into once Ryuji has him nice and tucked in. it's that rare sort of sleep that only happens when he's exhausted beyond measure, and more importantly, when he feels safe — and when he sleeps like this, he is completely fucking out, limbs splayed and body flat against the mattress. he won't be coming around again until he's good and ready, which is probably for the best, because it's not like the fever's going to be breaking anytime soon.]
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Dunno much about filet mignons, but guess I do now.
[yeah, he looks pretty damn pleased with himself as he lets Ryuji lay him down for a nap. he'd be a lot less pleased if he knew about the morbid thought that had crossed his mind, though, because somehow, it feels like it'd take a lot more courage to lie to him right now. like he wouldn't be able to come up with anything other than the truth, that the universe has never really cared whether he's sort of immortal or not. space stations probably aren't any different.]
[but anyway, it sounds like he's got a lot of very confusing text messages to look forward to, until he figures out that Ryuji was texting himself. and, Dave has two standard modes of sleep, assuming Sburb shenanigans aren't involved. the more common one is pretty light, and in short bursts, like a cat or some other small animal that always has an ear open, just in case. that's the mode he was in when he was sitting against the wall, while Ryuji was sleeping in his bed.]
[and then there's the sort of sleep he slips into once Ryuji has him nice and tucked in. it's that rare sort of sleep that only happens when he's exhausted beyond measure, and more importantly, when he feels safe — and when he sleeps like this, he is completely fucking out, limbs splayed and body flat against the mattress. he won't be coming around again until he's good and ready, which is probably for the best, because it's not like the fever's going to be breaking anytime soon.]