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[want to get in touch with Dave? you can leave a TEXT, VOICE, or VIDEO message — or alternatively, he shouldn't be too hard to track down in person. it's a hunk of junk space house. in space. he's around here somewhere.]

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[In a normal kind of sequence of romantic events there's a wide variety of expected outcomes and behaviors beginning with- flirting, a date, maybe a few conversations about getting exclusive, snogging a little bit, steaming up the back window of a car, and then on the far, far end of that is sleeping in the same bed as the person you're seeing. Ryuji and Dave don't really follow that pathway at all, and jump constantly between points like timelines don't really matter at all. Maybe it's the station's particularly good effect of fucking with people, or maybe this still would've gone this way even if they weren't both here. Who knows, but... also, who cares? He went with his gut instinct here, and it wasn't telling him Ryuji, this is a bad idea, and usually that's enough for him to move forward to a point. Or several points.

He doesn't really know, of course he doesn't- he's only ever really seen one relationship in actual practice in his entire life and that mold was so moldy and gross and abhorrently violent that he's constantly left trying to figure out what that's supposed to look like in its healthy shape to begin with. But then again, he knows Dave doesn't either, so when he asks to sleep over long before the steaming up the shit out of the car's back window, yeah, he's sprinting forward far beyond the confines of the track lane that he has set in front of him.

And it would've been completely okay if Dave said that it wasn't alright, that they needed to step back a little bit and slow it down. He doesn't always know how intense he can be, which is something he knows about himself well enough that it's gotten him into trouble plenty of times. But Dave doesn't say no out of all of this, and Ryuji is wordless at the reply. Almost like he didn't expect a green light to begin with.]

Oh, okay, shit.

[Eloquently put, he sits up and out of the grasp he gotten so comfortable in. Wait, asking Dave to go into his room and collecting his stuff for the night? Ryuji wants to be stubborn here and tell him that it's okay! Really, it's okay. He'll have to go back in there eventually anyway, and he can't have an anxiety attack every single time he looks at the place on the wall where the Rise Kujikawa poster used to be. Because that's what it was, right? Anxiety that Ren was gone.

And yet...]

You sure you don't mind? [About, well, everything.] I guess... like, my pillow and blanket would be cool or whatever else you see laying around. And if Lisa's in there, could you make sure she has water? I know I filled up her food bowl earlier and. Stuff. Shit, are you sure you don't want me to do it?

[He unlatches his smartwatch from his wrist, looking down at it before he holds a few more inches away from his own body, toward Dave.] And, like. I don't really ever need much anyway.

[... wait, shit. did he answer wrong? was he supposed to be coy or less agreeable to make the both of them more comfortable? like maybe they should stick to the usual, expected line of dating events and work their way to this point? there’s a moment of panic there, like Dave thinks maybe he’s read the room wrong or something, maybe he should try to back up there.]

[but that doesn’t feel right, either. Ryuji wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t want to stay here, he’s pretty fucking sure of it. and following the “appropriate” steps to date someone, to build up a relationship by the books perfectly ... that sounds an awful lot like playing a game. like living one of those goddamn romance novels. input experience, output corresponding level of boyfriend, right?]

[Dave is so, so sick of games ruling his life.]

It’s fine, dude. I mean, if it is with you. [and he means that for a lot of things, too. he knows Ryuji meant it when he asked, but he can’t help but confirm again, a little bit awkward. maybe a lot awkward.]

[he reaches over and takes the smartwatch.]

It’s ... not a big deal. I mean. Yeah, it is, in about a million different fucking ways, honestly, but. I dunno. Doing shit our own way’s kinda been our thing since day one.

[god, that probably doesn’t make any goddamn sense. but Dave isn’t really talking to his current task of fetching some extra bedding.]

[Oh, shit, he can feel the awkwardness growing by the second, and Ryuji didn't really intend for that to happen. He knows at least, by now, when it's really not a good time to diffuse something with a joke, but those instincts are there, and he holds it back, because it's serious enough not to fuck around with this sort of thing. Because he sure as hell doesn't want to make this out to be some sort of game either. He could never be in a relationship with someone where things were meted out like that anyway.]

Dave, I'm like. Super fine with it. Like more than fine with it, really. I wanna sleep here, with you. It's just. Like. I dunno, old habits? [He feels kind of pathetic for mentioning it to him, like he's always this barreling steamroll of determination and confidence about most of what he wants or does, but then has these moments of self doubt that are pretty crippling. And it's not so much old habits as much as it learned habits, and even though he was the one who asked, he feels really stupidly vulnerable over it.

And what Dave says actually makes a ton of sense to Ryuji.]

I know. It is our thing. And if this is us, then I'm totally okay with it. Like, shit, it's... I mean, it's really exciting and a big deal, and I dunno what the hell I'm doing half the time, but. I just hope I'm doin' it right?

Which... yeah, okay, you said it's fine, but sometimes it's hard to think I really... I dunno. Deserve it. And it's dumb. I know it's dumb. Like, holy shit, Sakamoto, you have an amazing boyfriend who just said he'll go pick your shit up out of your room, and you're worried that you're asking too much already and that you should go grab it yourself.

[He breathes out a sigh, and now he's the one that feels like he's the most awkward thing on the entire station for a moment.]

[it’s not the first time Ryuji’s expressed a sentiment sort of like this. that feeling that you’re getting bigger, and the room around you is getting smaller, and the more like a burden you feel. he understands. it’s part of what makes asking for comfort or reassurances so hard. and at least in Dave’s case, it’s also not really knowing how or having the experience of asking in the first place.]

[so he’s not entirely sure what to do here. he lowers his head for a moment, thinking. it had been easy last time; he had just insisted that everything was cool and nudged at Ryuji until he finally took a nap, which, uh. well, honestly, that course of action would work here, too.]

[but Dave wants him to fall asleep with a better understanding of where he stood than that. he wants Ryuji to understand he can ask for this sort of thing without wondering if he’s asking for too much, because Dave will never try to be anything other than honest in his answers.]

[what’s the thing Dave would want to hear most right now?]

[he doesn’t mean to keep leaving them sitting there in painfully awkward silences. but maybe it’s happened often enough by now that it’s a bit more clear he’s trying to come up with something completely sincere.]

I think I get how you feel. I want to just say you’re wrong, and that you really don’t have to worry about it, but ... would that help? I’m not lying when I say it.

What if I promised to tell you? I mean. If you ever did ask for too much of me. Not that I actually think you would, I just ... I dunno, you deserve to have the freedom to ask knowing you’re gonna get an honest answer.

[That's usually the case for people who think they can take everything on themselves, because they never really know how to take their own needs into account, and if they do, it's usually through some kind of inward march. And that's not really how relationships go, right? There have been tons of times when they've done that exact thing for each other- so many now that it's getting increasingly difficult to say who's saved who more.

He's figuring it out a little; but he's a slow learner. They just got done talking about baggage, and maybe this is some of the stuff he carries along with him, like that explanation of the house he's getting too big for, and in that case, he'd be a turtle and all that dumb shit from his childhood would be the shell he's itching to get out of. Ready, actually, to stop questioning himself and stop feeling like he's always going to be too much for people. Or drag them down.

And, yeah, he's gotten used to the quiet pauses in between conversations they have. He knows Dave is going through an internal process at the moment, and awkward or not, he just watches him until his lips part to start. Patience here has always gone well rewarded, and he doesn't... really have reason to believe otherwise.

It's kind of surprising to hear that he's wrong, and even a little more surprising at how much Ryuji's okay with being wrong to begin with.

If anything, too, Dave's never made a promise to Ryuji that he didn't keep. Told him that their timeline was wrong when he felt it, when they were both close to non-existence. A promise to tell each other if they start messing things up. And now, here, an offer to tell Ryuji if he's ever asking too much from him. His shoulders slump downward, and he nods.

Suddenly, it feels really dumb that he didn't just come here the second he saw Ren's name gone from the terminal at their shared room. And it feels like maybe he was thinking too much about not inconveniencing each other to just be fucking okay with the idea that... yeah, it'd be nice to sleep here. It'd be nice to drape an arm around his boyfriend until he passes out, giving him something to hold onto when anything could just be gone in the blink of an eye.]

Alright. [He bites down on his bottom lip, sucking it inward. Alright.] You haven't lied to me before and I don't, uh. Yeah I don't see you starting now. Promise accepted.

Thanks. I mean, y'know. I'll try to stop worrying too much, too. It helps! It definitely helps.

[Which, pretty much leaves-]

So, yeah. Let's kick this sleepover off. Sorry in advance... if I snore or anything. Or drool really unattractively. Probably better if you do get my pillow anyway, since at least that'll, uh. Be contained to a place only I gotta live with.

[Dave doesn’t quite smile, but he does breathe out, seemingly relieved that he was able to come up with the right thing to say. the right course of action, the right promise that he’ll do his damndest to keep. and he shrugs lightly, pushing himself off the bed. if Ryuji is the type to snore, then there’s a good chance he already heard it adding an extra layer of sound to a mandatory pop music marathon.]

I guess I could let you know if you start aiming to break a sound barrier, too. [speaking of noise citations, Dave should probably warn him that there’s a neighbor who sticks to a pretty strict cackling schedule.]

[.... eh. it probably won’t be an issue or come up at all.]

Hold tight. I’m gonna go grab your stuff.

[that is to say, he’s going to go stare blankly at a finger in a jar for about five minutes, get into an (out loud) argument with himself over whether or not he should captchalogue it, then grab the actual requested items and come back armed with questions. please hold.]

Cool, I'll be, uh. Here.

[To be fair, he'd recognize those screeches that go KE KE KE in the night, but it wouldn't exactly make him any happier to hear them. He's not the type to let the law do its own thing either; a noise citation can only go so far, whereas a threat of a wedgie might get better results. Total vigilante.

Placed on hold with the bedding department, softly mellow music plays in the background as he waits for the next Dave representative to get on the line.

And with Dave gone, he's left to his own devices for a little bit. Nothing that interesting happens aside from Ryuji getting restless enough to re-make Dave's bed. Can take the Japanese kid out of Japan, but can't take... the anal retentiveness of out him, really. And he comes back just in time for Ryuji to finish off folding the top piece of blanket downward.

He shrugs-]

Eh, not my best work, but in my defense, it's been a pretty long effin' day.

It’s cool.

[Dave ... has probably never made a bed in his entire life. honestly, he likely does what he did back home, when he comes back with freshly washed bedding: he probably just tosses it all on the bed and burritos. this looks a lot more put together, right ... right up until he adds an extra blanket and pillow to the pile, too. uh. ok. he tries to straighten everything out a bit after they unceremoniously flop out of his Sylladex. he also may have debated bringing over the monkey pajamas, but ultimately, common sense won that argument.]

[and he still has those questions he wants to ask, most of them involving Ryuji’s taste in desk decorations, but. maybe they should get comfortable first? should he make the first move? he bites his lip, thinking it over.]

[.......... yeah. ok. he’s got this. he kicks off his boots and climbs on in. scoots over to the wall so there’s enough space for the both of them. which is kind of a wild thought? not sleeping alone for once.]

[He stares on in horror as his bedding comes flying right out of an inventory system he doesn't really understand, one that could fling out a ouija board by ridiculously shitty algorithms- and all over the hard work that he had just finished. Both hands up towards his chest like, what the hell, dude, but it doesn't need to last longer than a second or two as Dave tries to straighten them out a little.

He can't really be mad, he tried. And as much as he has the urge to try and go over to redo what's been undone, he's also stuck in a weird state of..... oh.... should I get in there first.... Something tells him that Dave should be closer to the wall though. He doesn't know why, but it feels right?

God, they could dance around who takes initiative all day, and thankfully Dave is the one who goes first and resolves all of it in one fell swoop. He sits on the edge of the bed, and takes his own boots off. Another thing that always felt weird- entering someone's room with them still on- but he's grown used to it over time so that it doesn't really matter so much any more.

And he did say that as long as he has a place at Dave's side, he'll return to him; it's kind of corny, yeah, but it's still there at the back of his mind, even as he gets in and under the sheets. He's comfortable with the way this goes- Dave reaching out a metagorical (god...) hand to him to catch up if there's a lag behind and vice versa, and when he's settled in enough and the space between them is diminished, he closes the gap a little more.

He's nervous, a little anxious, and he doesn't know what for, since it's not doing him any good at all right now, but he does muster up enough courage to drape an arm around him slightly above his hip.]

Hey. [A greeting of sorts, as if they've just met up in a new place for the first time.] Gonna wear those to sleep? [He's guessing it's a yes, so it's somewhere in between a tease and a soft way of not bringing a whole lot of attention to the fact that... yeah, he's sort of holding him? And that feels really, really amazing.]

[something like this happens every time Ryuji’s wrapped an arm around him, right back to the very first time he did, when they were listening to music and it absolutely was more of a date than either of them were probably brave enough to admit at the time. but, Dave always finds himself instinctively leaning into it — inching closer in this case — not really realizing he’s doing it until he’s already there. it’s almost like he’s never had someone hold him before, even though he’d maybe always secretly wanted someone to.]

[and he kind of has a moment where he’s trying to figure out what he should be doing. reciprocating? should he stay quiet, maybe try to sleep like they’d set out to do here, or maybe he should start just sending out his aforementioned inquiries. or maybe...]

What? Oh — [or maybe he should ditch the shades so he can sleep. Dave, you big dummy! he’d been so nervous about getting some shuteye that he forgot to complete the basic step two of getting some shuteye. step one was getting in bed in the first place.]

[he pulls the shades off his face and, like magic, they sort of zip away into hammerspace. and, weirdly enough? so does most of the nervousness he was feeling. he already broke the ice and made an idiot of himself ... no reason why he can’t just blaze a trail here and get comfy.]

[so, he does. he slides his arm underneath Ryuji’s, setlling into a sort of half embrace, curling himself up slightly. he still wants to keep talking, just give him a few minutes to get used to this very bold move he just made — he probably won’t fall asleep.]

[He wonders when it's going to come to pass that he won't be slightly weirded out by Dave's ability to make things completely disappear and tucked away into a pocket dimension- like he always forgets that that's a thing. He was ready to offer to take them for him and put the shades on the nightstand, but the easier, and way safer option is to just keep them hidden in his magic invisible backpack. Ryuji smiles when it happens, though- he doesn't think Dave's dumb at all, it's quickly filed under the weird-cute section of the mental cabinet he has saved especially for him.

Which, again, he catches himself thinking that he's cute? This happens so goddamn much, but at least he keeps mum about it this time.

They're so close as it is, and there's a really good chance that Ryuji's not going to be able to fall asleep right now anyway. If they're going to play the game of who stays up later than the other, Ryuji wouldn't actively try to compete, it's just that... there's a lot of feelings here to commit to memory and adjust to. All he knows is that he's wired to be a physical guy, that he conveys his intents and emotions better through things like holding Dave than he can with words or turns of phrases, or bumbling through the same thing with a million "like", "uhm," "uh," and "y'know"s. This is at least something he feels pretty decent at naturally, and when he curls a little bit, Ryuji faces the inevitable question of what to do with his legs, since kneecap on kneecap isn't very comfortable if he curls up too. So he makes another bold move, and moves his injured lower limb forward a little bit, allowing him to tilt slightly on his side more to angle his way into being between Dave's own legs.

There's something unspoken here, too, and Ryuji's too shy to acknowledge it, but he's especially aware of his bad leg being the one he moved forward due to their positioning. It's, weirdly in some way, a gesture of trust, and he looks at Dave to make sure that this is okay, too.]

Man... I never knew two blankets could make this much of a freaking difference. [It's a joke, he's completely aware of how much more warm a bed is with two people in it.]

[he pauses while Ryuji moves, watching, not quite tensing, exactly, but just trying to figure out what he’s doing. and ... oh. it takes him a minute to deduce from this vantage point that that’s his bad leg, and maybe it says something about how far they’ve come at this point, that Dave cares more about making sure he doesn’t hurt it than shuffling through the ways he might feel awkward, or worrying about the things he definitely could say to make this awkward.]

[or suddenly be hit with the thought of how barely even five months ago, being warmly and comfortably ensconced in another guy’s arms was ... not even a ghost of a blip on his radar. and maybe there’s a split second where he wonders if it would have been a blip much earlier, if he had been brave enough to let it.]

[that’s not really here or there, though. Dave (usually) can tell when a timeline is doomed, and when it’s chugging forward in the correct order of events. and since they’ve both lived to try something new and awfully intimate together? still sounds like the right timeline to him.]

[but he finds a sort of half smile at that remark.]

Yeah. Kinda defeats the purpose of the monkey pajamas, though. [Dave, apparently, is just going to ruin every tender moment they have by bringing up those goddamn pajamas.]

[he lowers his head, though, so he doesn’t just straight up yawn in Ryuji’s face.]

Hey ... can I ask you something? About the jar on your desk.

[Both of them could think about a ton of what-ifs, like if Ryuji had picked up that he was flirting with Dave, or that Dave was flirting with him back, would it have consciously become a thing for Ryuji to get the hint that the other was into him? Maybe if it had happened earlier than it really did, he wouldn't have been as ready to accept himself for it. All Ryuji knows is that there was a time when he knew there were feelings there, and then like snow sliding off a roof of a house, it had nearly buried him all at once, and he suddenly had to figure out how to dig his way out. Right up until he held Dave's hand in the observation deck.

Either way, though, it doesn't matter too much. The way things unfold were pretty much meant to be... the way things unfolded. He doesn't know shit about time or the way it's intended to march, but he sure does know that this right here? Feels just about as right as it could be.

At least, that might be true if it weren't for the fact that Dave had to bring up the monkey threads. Ryuji's fingers curl at Dave's side.]

W-what? [Why. It was going so incredibly well.] You didn't... suck those up into your inventory backpack did you... [He honestly wouldn't be surprised. Wasn't once in his life enough for Dave to see him in those cursed pj's? God, to be put in a position between his weighing his own dignity to wanting to make boyfriend happy... this is the true conundrum of relationships. Never mind the awkwardness at pushing his leg between Dave's.

And, oh. Ryuji smiles at the yawning decline of his head. It's so painfully obvious how much he adores Dave, and it takes a moment for his question to sink in. What jar?

...right, his floating finger.]

Yeah. What about it?

[look, if it were up to Dave? Ryuji would have a different kigurumi for every day of the week. maybe ... even a few extra on standby, just to keep things fresh.]

[thank god it's not actually up to Dave. but he makes a noise that sounds an awful lot like he's trying to hold in a laugh at the inventory backpack comment, which is about as much of a non-answer as he can possibly give. common sense did win out in the end, of course, and the monkey jammies are where Ryuji last left them, but you'd never be able to tell just from Dave's reaction.]

[and maybe he means it as a joke to begin with, in an attempt to diffuse any last shreds of awkwardness or nervousness that he's feeling. it's true that he seems to have found a state of amused, increasingly sleepy zen, but the way his heart just keeps thudding rapidly as it was before is sort of betraying him.]

[so he moves on, giving himself other things to focus on to calm the pretty wild party happening in both his chest and ears. like asking about the floating finger. he idly traces one of Ryuji's shoulderblades with his fingers, too, finding somewhere to redirect the last traces of nervous energy.]

Guess my main question about it is what the hell.

[He'd rather go naked, if that were the case.

But he's got a new thing to focus on and that's Dave feathering touches along the sides of his outline, and it's enough to make his eyelids feel incredibly heavy in a way that makes him want to close them and just chill in how mind numbing it was. He feels soft prickling sensations at the back of his head, his nerves acting up as signals are sent straight to his brain to relax and take it easy. He lets out a lazy sort of "heh" at it, and he's pretty much in affection heaven at the moment.

It's not a bad question, though, since it's not really... that normal to just keep parts of you pickled for eternity in a jar. Honestly, he assumed that his digit would just disappear or something, if he was going to wake up and everything would be back in one piece. Like two identical things shouldn't exist in the same time and place, but he's talked about time travel enough with Dave to know that it's possible and that it usually ends up in Bad Shit. But what could happen to a minor limb that's already technically dead?]

'M saving it in case I wanna clone myself one day. [He smiles, his eyes coming to a close as his grip softens around his hip. The real answer is somewhere a little more morbid, but he explains nonetheless.]

I, uh. I dunno. Feels kinda wrong to just toss it. When it fell off, someone told me to try and preserve it, in case I could reattach it or something. [His urge to yawn is sky high, but he holds it in as his chest expands to take count of it anyway.] And now it's just kinda sittin' there like a housewarming present.

[A more real answer? If he was going to die, that would've been the last piece of him to actually show he even existed. It's a subtle, grim reminder when he looks at it that he should... do everything he wants to do in life without holding back.]

[so he'd be rocking the birthday pajamas! nice.]

[Dave seems to be two for two on his attempts at affectionate gestures going over well in one evening, and maybe it surprises him a little bit how much he enjoys that fact — it's like a little jolt to his confidence, a small bolster to the idea that he's doing things right. he'll definitely be remembering both for later.]

[and, he's seemed to have found a good balance here, conveying an emotion without getting too handsy too quickly, so he doesn't stop, even as he follows Ryuji's lead and shuts his eyes as well, shifting carefully so he's in a bit more of a little spoon position. yeah, they're pretty much a mess of limbs by this point, but there probably wasn't any other way this was gonna turn out.]

[having one's own finger in a jar while said finger is also still attached to a working hand doesn't really even strike him as weird, either. first of all, the finger ultimately wound up going out the way all time paradox clones do, right? this time paradox clone just happens to be preserved in a jar.]

[that explanation would make much more sense to him than "space station shit," anyway.]

[and, second of all:]

Think it's a pretty cool decoration, if I'm bein' honest. [he sort of mumbles it, relaxing.]

Used to have a bunch of shit like that back home.

Huh... didn't know that.

[He probably should be at least a little weirded out by this? Like, the only people that keep body parts as trophies are serial killers and maybe morticians who happen to have an affection toward bringing home office supplies, but then... Ryuji just more or less accepts it. He was the oddball who decided to keep it despite the fact that most other people would've... god. Done something else with it?

Yeah, probably. It's one of those scruples no one ever really has to face, so the sample size of figuring out what the hell normal behavior is supposed to be like doesn't really account for a good conclusion here.

And now that they're a pair of octopusesses stretched out and close to each other, Ryuji can't help but feel completely relaxed at all of it. Like maybe they'd have to do this more often or something because, shit- this could become an addiction fast. He opens his eyes slightly to see Dave in front of him at such a small distance, smiles, and goes back to being where he was a few moments ago- trying to trick his mind into shutting down long enough to just drift off.]

Want it?

[That's totally normal, too. Right?]

[it's the ultimate prize of serial killers, morticians, and kids who once realized they desperately wish they had the chance to be a paleontologist. that's the one that checks out the weird dead shit all day, right?]

[and it's his turn to open his eyes again, pausing on the light backrub, perking up immediately at the offer. Dave ... god. maybe try not to be the actual worst, and try not to act too excited over the idea of owning your boyfriend's finger in a jar?]

[no? well. this is just their normal now.]

Really?

[uh.] I mean.

........ Yeah, actually. But it's your finger, dude, so uh. I think if you'd rather keep it, you should.

[Holy shit.

The words that should be coming out of his mouth right now is something along the lines of "You're so fucking weird, Dave Strider," but instead, Ryuji laughs, failing to hit that threshold of too tired to be awake, as the both of their bodies vibrate in the dead (heh) wake of his shoulders bobbing.

Dude, seriously?

He answered that so quickly at first and then tried to double back on it, and it's just... the right level of what the fuck he's come to expect.]

Yeah, sure, it's cool. I'm not attached to it.

[Goddamnit.

(But, really, does that mean he's cleared for birthday and Christmas presents? He's not the best gift giver and he's not sure what can top his own body parts in a total romzomcom sort of "here, now a piece of me can always be with you" sort of way.)

Ryuji rolls his shoulder back a little bit to encourage him to keep going with... well, whatever he was doing with his hand before this came up.]

It's gonna cost you, though. I'm thinkin' like... at least 5 more minutes of rubbing my back. Sound like a fair deal?

[honestly, that's like an instant max rank confidant gift right there. if those aren't actually a thing, they definitely are now — and Ryuji probably doesn't need to worry about gifts for any holiday ever again. it'll be something he values most, right behind, well. moments like this one. knowing full well that he got a laugh out of Ryuji by virtue of being as fucking weird as he is — and also, having Ryuji go ahead and indulge him on that weirdness.]

[this guy.]

Man, that's practically graveyard robbery. [why ... why does he sound like he actually might have an idea of what the going rate for a pickled finger in a jar is. but maybe you don't wind up with a collection of weird dead things preserved in various ways without acquiring that sort of working knowledge.]

[Dave settles down again, shutting his eyes, gently rubbing circles along Ryuji's back and up to his shoulder. and since five minutes is selling a finger a bit short, he'll go ahead and continue right up until he gives in to how warm and cozy this is, out in a cold and musty space station, and falls asleep. the question now is, which one of them winds up passing out first.]

[There definitely is such thing as a max rank confidant gift. It's definitely more existent than the search results for severed body parts on ebay, and this one, albeit a shortcut through the black market, doesn't come with the government carefully tracking your movements afterward.

It takes a second for the joke to settle in, since he's becoming increasingly lethargic here, but he does recognize it fondly.]

Shit... you're punning. Nice... Must be tired.

[Which is accompanied by a yawn that he has to turn his face smack dab into the pillow to cover his mouth for. Dave's mastery of the back rub is so strong at this point, though- and Ryuji falling asleep either takes nearly forever due to his off kilter bursts of energy or immediately. And even though coming here had started off awkward and uncomfortable, it ended with a cool calmness taking over all his other senses, and he'll find himself safe and pretty goddamn happy to have Dave in his arms. Like taking three heaping tablespoons of liquid benadryl, he's out like a lamp.]

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