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[oculusriffs]

TG: this is going to be fucking stupid isnt it


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[oculusriffs]

[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.]

[ryuji]

[Two times in his life has he been faced with the universal truth of time, one that he was completely unable to resist or bend to a more favorable outcome. What happens is meant to happen and there's no way around that... even if, at the time, the inkling of its woven grasp tugs tightly like a pair of briefs crowding up and chafing uncomfortably. Ryuji had to die in order to be able to talk to himself back in the caves over there. And he's not completely okay with that either; it feels like everything about that exchange was superfluous and without an actual meaning. But that's how time works, isn't it? Nothing is ever revealed to itself to make much sense when someone's fucking around with the natural order of things.

Exclusively absent for the entire metaphysical argument that comes along with that sort of thing, Ryuji can only process what he's good at processing, which relegates him to pretty much the events of the morning. A crappy night of sleep, again, and a Dave in his arms. One kind of shitty thing that he can deal with, one amazing thing that he was deprived of for almost an entire month.

They haven't really talked about it, but in their usual way, they'll get to it. Both of them work on delayed timers of grief, sometimes lasting weeks and other times lasting years- like the things Ryuji still hasn't told the love of his life, a full year+ falling for him in the first place. He smiles to himself as Dave drapes himself unceremoniously all over his body, and who is he to stop the wheel of time now? Not that he could-- he's already got both arms around him and embracing the idea that one, or both of them, have some gnarly morning breath to get over.

God, still a full year+ of dating him and his heart rate still picks up every time he gets squished like this. Bear traps. Man, they're awful.]

Hey, s'a little early to be climbin' Mt. Fuji.

[Of course, jokes about his abs are integrated into a finely portioned breakfast of sass.]

But g'mornin', handsome.

[oculusriffs]

S'that what this is? [he asks as he sleepily pats at said abs, and whatever level of six-pack Ryuji is ... packing ... at the moment.]

[in any case, you give someone like Dave, who has always been desperately affectionate and clingy underneath the veneer of cool and unfortunate ideas about masculinity, total freedom, and you give him somewhere that he feels safe, then this is pretty much just where he ends up. draped over Ryuji, hanging on tight, perhaps as selfishly clingy as he gets, head tucked underneath Ryuji's chin while they wind their way through what's probably their normal waking up rhythm.]

[and maybe he's drawing out that morning routine a little bit. not out of laziness, or because he's comfortable — though, those are also definitely two things Dave also is at the moment. it's more something that goes unsaid, if he even acknowledges what he's doing at all.]

[he's just remembering what utter silence sounded like, and feeling a brief pang, a terrible fear of it. and he's grasping for anything he can find that reminds him that yes, the future they'd been worrying over came, and happened, and went, scorches and scars that it left behind and all. they'll hit play on that whenever they need to, because neither of them are quiet people; notes are heard and important thoughts are said and things play out as they always eventually do — but for now, a few minutes, a confirmation, is all Dave really needs. like hearing a heartbeat. or feeling him breathing, nestled up close to him like this. a reminder that Ryuji is alive. just a minute ... two minutes, and he's good.]

[that coolkid veneer of a few years ago would be giving Dave some mighty bullshit right now, with its dumb at worst, damaging at best parameters on strength and weakness, but he pretty much kicks that shit to the curb whenever he's around Ryuji. and thanks to that, every day that passes, the exterior he brought to their relationship dissolves a little more, and there's nothing but a very squishy Dave left underneath.]

[anyway, with all that said, and with all those worries he woke up with assuaged, he finally lifts himself up a little to look at Ryuji, mumbling a good morning of his own, thoughts wandering to apple juice or what they're gonna get up to today — unless the rough night Ryuji had is somewhere on his face, where Dave can see it. or oath it, as it were. he's going to point it out if it is.]