[god, so the horrifying pair of arms responsible for feeding them got to Ryuji, too. Dave was rudely denied even the tiniest drop of apple juice, and the pulpy apple mush that was eventually salvaged tasted like coffee for some ungodly fucking reason.]
[it's been almost four years at this point. you'd think he'd stop wishing he had a bottle. or that he'd forget what it tastes like.]
[and somehow, it seems even crueler to hang things they've both been missing over their heads just to snatch it away and completely ruin it, than to simply live with machines that never offer decent ramen and apple juice to begin with. Dave understands. it's why he breathes a small sigh, empathetic, before reaching forward to grab Ryuji's (uninjured) wrist, pulling him inside the room.]
Not nearly that bad. Lemme look at it.
[he'll just be leading Ryuji to the bed to sit, regardless of whether he actually wants anybody examining his busted knuckles to begin with.]
oh ... shit
[it's been almost four years at this point. you'd think he'd stop wishing he had a bottle. or that he'd forget what it tastes like.]
[and somehow, it seems even crueler to hang things they've both been missing over their heads just to snatch it away and completely ruin it, than to simply live with machines that never offer decent ramen and apple juice to begin with. Dave understands. it's why he breathes a small sigh, empathetic, before reaching forward to grab Ryuji's (uninjured) wrist, pulling him inside the room.]
Not nearly that bad. Lemme look at it.
[he'll just be leading Ryuji to the bed to sit, regardless of whether he actually wants anybody examining his busted knuckles to begin with.]