[Dave Strider has stuttered, confirmed his fears, and recognized him all at once. Oh fuck. There are so many thoughts running through his head right now, and they range emotionally from excitement to guilt to oh shit to, well, more excitement, only a kind of excitement that's more shy and has been latent for years. Dave is his best friend, has been for years, and is now, uh...his first sexual and drunk experience. He nods, and closes a fist in the sheets covering his body below the hip.]
Y-yeah...
[John waves a little, nervously and with some intent of silliness. Trying to keep things light-hearted, yeah...that's...definitely the idea here. Maybe Dave won't be mad over the whole thing, and he said he was great last night and oh sweet jegus no he is not going to think about that right now.]
Hi, Dave. Nice place.
[He looks like he's about to burst with words and explanations and fuck he's a terrible friend. Why didn't he tell Dave he moved sooner? Why didn't he talk to anyone for months except to say hi I'm alive? God, he screwed up, and now he's been...screwed. By Dave. His best friend. His bro for life.]
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Y-yeah...
[John waves a little, nervously and with some intent of silliness. Trying to keep things light-hearted, yeah...that's...definitely the idea here. Maybe Dave won't be mad over the whole thing, and he said he was great last night and oh sweet jegus no he is not going to think about that right now.]
Hi, Dave. Nice place.
[He looks like he's about to burst with words and explanations and fuck he's a terrible friend. Why didn't he tell Dave he moved sooner? Why didn't he talk to anyone for months except to say hi I'm alive? God, he screwed up, and now he's been...screwed. By Dave. His best friend. His bro for life.]