[Oh sweet fucking christ. John. This is John. In person. Naked. In his bed. Dave's pretty sure this is a panic attack. His stomach is churning to a dangerous level and he can't. fucking. breathe. He stares at John's face, imprinting it hard into his mind. He's wanted to see him older for so long, and he's desperately in love.]
Fuck.
[He sounds breathless because he feels breathless. Do not cry. Do not cry.]
How is this possible?
[His voice is hoarse and tense and almost desperate. God, he fucked John Egbert last night. Completely by accident, he didn't even get to appreciate it properly. He's frantically affixing the details into his mind because he didn't do it last night.]
You... You're actually here, and... I didn't...
[Wow, you can totally hear the tears in his voice. He's losing it a little, here. Coolkid image, way to function.]
Jesus, why didn't you tell me you were this close?
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Fuck.
[He sounds breathless because he feels breathless. Do not cry. Do not cry.]
How is this possible?
[His voice is hoarse and tense and almost desperate. God, he fucked John Egbert last night. Completely by accident, he didn't even get to appreciate it properly. He's frantically affixing the details into his mind because he didn't do it last night.]
You... You're actually here, and... I didn't...
[Wow, you can totally hear the tears in his voice. He's losing it a little, here. Coolkid image, way to function.]
Jesus, why didn't you tell me you were this close?