[it is most definitely a curse, health benefits aside. it means he always gets the perfect amount of sleep he needs, right when he needs it, regardless of what's actually going on. but it does mean that late-night conversations don't really happen like they used to. it also means that in the however many hours he spends off in not-so-dreamland at night, he's pretty out of tune on how much Ryuji's been struggling through them.]
[well, maybe not quite. one thing Dave said to Mista, once he had the radio in his hands and a clear head, was how mad he was at himself for not thinking straight back then. if he had, maybe he could have reduced Ryuji's visit to the astral plane to the usual day or two, rather than the like half a fucking month it wound up being. maybe he could have helped keep the suffering — all of it — to a minimum. you know, like paladins who are good at their jobs, especially when it comes to their boyfriends, are supposed to do.]
[but, time loops don't work like that, do they? Dave might never fully forgive himself for acting the way he was, by that definition, always meant to. the both of them try so damn hard to protect each other, and in that loop that first presented itself in the middle of the desert, it ... kind of completely backfired.]
[just as it was meant to.]
[there's probably a big fat pause button on all that at the moment, so they could rest for a little while. and it doesn't particularly matter who hit it first, but there's a nonzero chance he's going to want to address it once he gets a load of how rough of a night Ryuji just had. and as good as he is at squashing down bad vibes and his own rotten feelings, there's too much love there for him to not want to try his damndest to help him through this. he is, after all, more than willing to do anything for Ryuji.]
[for now, though, the x required hours of sleep are apparently nearly up. and he stirs, and untangles himself from the mess of limbs, half asleep fumbling around for his shades until he's somehow managed to half drape himself over Ryuji, squishing him.]
[sorry, bro, now you're really trapped. at least for a few more minutes.]
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[well, maybe not quite. one thing Dave said to Mista, once he had the radio in his hands and a clear head, was how mad he was at himself for not thinking straight back then. if he had, maybe he could have reduced Ryuji's visit to the astral plane to the usual day or two, rather than the like half a fucking month it wound up being. maybe he could have helped keep the suffering — all of it — to a minimum. you know, like paladins who are good at their jobs, especially when it comes to their boyfriends, are supposed to do.]
[but, time loops don't work like that, do they? Dave might never fully forgive himself for acting the way he was, by that definition, always meant to. the both of them try so damn hard to protect each other, and in that loop that first presented itself in the middle of the desert, it ... kind of completely backfired.]
[just as it was meant to.]
[there's probably a big fat pause button on all that at the moment, so they could rest for a little while. and it doesn't particularly matter who hit it first, but there's a nonzero chance he's going to want to address it once he gets a load of how rough of a night Ryuji just had. and as good as he is at squashing down bad vibes and his own rotten feelings, there's too much love there for him to not want to try his damndest to help him through this. he is, after all, more than willing to do anything for Ryuji.]
[for now, though, the x required hours of sleep are apparently nearly up. and he stirs, and untangles himself from the mess of limbs, half asleep fumbling around for his shades until he's somehow managed to half drape himself over Ryuji, squishing him.]
[sorry, bro, now you're really trapped. at least for a few more minutes.]