[this isn't exactly how he was picturing it would go, either. Dave doesn't really fancy himself some proprietor of romance novel-level confessions in the pouring rain type of scenes, but he was figuring he'd be blurting it out in a situation that wasn't an argument. you know, like. over a bowl of ramen, or huddled together to stay warm from the latest snow flurry that breezed its way through the outskirts of New Aspen.]
[but then ... this is very much like them, too. significance branching out from itself. a sentiment that had always been right there on the edge, and one that finally finds its way out in an unexpected moment. Ryuji reaching out and stopping him, and asking for a clarification.]
["Like. Like, like?"]
[Dave does not need another three hundred word monologue to properly sort out his feelings on a new monosyllabic word he's gone and tossed out in the open. it's been there for a while now. he can pare it down to four equally short words this time.]
no subject
[but then ... this is very much like them, too. significance branching out from itself. a sentiment that had always been right there on the edge, and one that finally finds its way out in an unexpected moment. Ryuji reaching out and stopping him, and asking for a clarification.]
["Like. Like, like?"]
[Dave does not need another three hundred word monologue to properly sort out his feelings on a new monosyllabic word he's gone and tossed out in the open. it's been there for a while now. he can pare it down to four equally short words this time.]
Yeah — 'course I do.