[It's true though. All those places back in Tokyo were just that: places. Yoyogi park, the cheese store near it with the giant yummy cow statue, Shujin Academy, even his little apartment that he shared with his mom. It's funny, he always thought that he couldn't survive outside of Tokyo, but the more time he spends away from it, he realizes that... not only could he do exactly that, but enough distance made him realize that he never really had that safe, comfortable feeling as well as when he and Dave were wrapped up together. And not just Dave, not the concept of him- or any numbers of permutations that could've possibly existed out there to recreate listless numbers of the Dead Dave paradox, but this one. The one with an entire map of Ryuji's favorite constellations existing like little pinpricks of light through a colander, spread out across his shoulders.
Fuck fate. Fuck anyone who tells either of them that they can't carve out their own path through things like they've always done. Glaciers can melt and form new valleys, rivers, mountains, Poseidon's Asshole, whatever- changing everything around them in their wake, and so can they. And if it just so happens to land on the tails end of the coin, and really all they have left is a tiny cardboard box in the middle of nowhere, Ryuji would still be happy with being squeezed like he is right now.
(Although, maybe with a little bit less pressure.)
But from Ryuji's perspective, all he sees is himself pouring out an earnest response, one from deep inside him that he couldn't not say, and Dave is turning and pulling him in closer. One of the infinite number of things he can count on is always have a running conversation with him that jumps backwards and forwards, like the pathways of thoughts that got frozen in time and picked up later to be finished. It worked well for someone as scattered, yet forward, as Ryuji, and someone that was often trapped up inside his own head, letting things swirl around until they eventually became blurted out. Maybe it was just one of those things of dating a time player, or maybe it was just them being them. Who knows- but either way, doesn't really matter.
Because, you're here, and Ryuji has never felt more at home than when they have moments like these, where he doesn't want to imagine a world without the person he's already given his heart over to for safekeeping. And at times, he might not be the most level-headed person or best decision maker out there, but his gut constantly tells him that not only is it the right thing, it's pretty much the only thing he wants to do. Love Dave, or something like that.]
Urgh... dude, what're you.
[Private promises are being made, he should be a little more reverent of the momentous occasion. Okay, this is his life now. He's just going to be pancaked in affection. Ryuji could get used to this.]
You sure 'bout that? How the hell are you gonna be able to leave out the front do---oh. Hah, yeah, okay. We don't gotta leave our box. It'll be sweet as hell.
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Fuck fate. Fuck anyone who tells either of them that they can't carve out their own path through things like they've always done. Glaciers can melt and form new valleys, rivers, mountains, Poseidon's Asshole, whatever- changing everything around them in their wake, and so can they. And if it just so happens to land on the tails end of the coin, and really all they have left is a tiny cardboard box in the middle of nowhere, Ryuji would still be happy with being squeezed like he is right now.
(Although, maybe with a little bit less pressure.)
But from Ryuji's perspective, all he sees is himself pouring out an earnest response, one from deep inside him that he couldn't not say, and Dave is turning and pulling him in closer. One of the infinite number of things he can count on is always have a running conversation with him that jumps backwards and forwards, like the pathways of thoughts that got frozen in time and picked up later to be finished. It worked well for someone as scattered, yet forward, as Ryuji, and someone that was often trapped up inside his own head, letting things swirl around until they eventually became blurted out. Maybe it was just one of those things of dating a time player, or maybe it was just them being them. Who knows- but either way, doesn't really matter.
Because, you're here, and Ryuji has never felt more at home than when they have moments like these, where he doesn't want to imagine a world without the person he's already given his heart over to for safekeeping. And at times, he might not be the most level-headed person or best decision maker out there, but his gut constantly tells him that not only is it the right thing, it's pretty much the only thing he wants to do. Love Dave, or something like that.]
Urgh... dude, what're you.
[Private promises are being made, he should be a little more reverent of the momentous occasion. Okay, this is his life now. He's just going to be pancaked in affection. Ryuji could get used to this.]
You sure 'bout that? How the hell are you gonna be able to leave out the front do---oh. Hah, yeah, okay. We don't gotta leave our box. It'll be sweet as hell.
[Yeah, you can definitely decorate, Dave.]