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You do? From the loudness? Ha ha. [ another shrug, more exaggerated this time ] A fuckton. It's a cash stash so it has to be a lot.

[ and another shrug, intentionally nonchalant - like the look on his face. ] Yeah. It's a rule with those doomed timelines. I don't fucking do it intentionally. I try not to fuck around with it. I mean, you shouldn't worry if you catch me playing camera crew with myself because I'm immortal as fuck. It's the conditional thing now that only applies to big heroics or massive evil. Like Terra's fuckboy couldn't even kill me legit. I got up like ten minutes later. Ha ha. Jokes on you.

Edited 2017-02-20 05:49 (UTC)

That's part of it. But also how you talk about him. [snorts.] Dave Strider buys out every city, kicks out the bear DJ and makes apple produce last year round.

...You still feel it. [he just stops now, sitting back up. his head is cast downward so it isn't visible how he's gritting his teeth, even though he's making fists now and his shoulders are rising more quickly.] Have you-- Have you seen the other you around?

I talk about everybody though. [ . . . ] Are apples not year round?

Well, yeah, I feel everything but- [ he stops himself, lowering his gaze for a second then looking at jaune ] Oh. He was on the roof.

Yeah, but with Karkat it's different. ...Are they? [stares at him.]

But nothing. [his fists keep getting tighter, his entire posture tense, as he tries not to break down again. dave verified it himself. word of god. ha. dave's going to die. dave's here safe and breathing and he's also going to die.

it's his fault. he got dave killed. edit: he's going to get him killed. it feels like a part of him just died and the blood is rushing to his ears while his vision blurs and he opens his mouth to speak but he can't.]

It is, huh. [ ???? ] I fucking hope they're year round.

[ he sits up, watching jaune carefully and trying to guess what he's thinking. he freaked him out. he definitely freaked jaune out. fuck. ] Jaune?

[ jaune doesn't say a word and he looks like he tried to. dave removes himself from his chair, crouched next to him and hesitantly hovering a hand nearby like he wants to touch him but he has no idea how to initiate the contact here. ] Uh. Hey. Look, it's okay. I'm still here. [ he looks behind him and exchanges a look with the cat. he's not sure what it is but kitkat went and paw'd jaune's foot so he takes it as some sort of cue to just. pat his head. no, that's fucking wrong. shoulder. shoulder works. ] Hey.

Yeah it is. If they aren't you could always go back in time and grab them. Or ask the CPU. Or a book. Or Jeff, I feel like Jeff would know random things.

[it's happening again.

he's vaguely aware that he can hear dave but he can't move or do anything to stop it from happening. pyrrha--

lockers slamming and last apologies and

weiss

red hair stupid suit, laughter and straps and he

dave. dave sobbing while he hugs him because he's been alone for who knows how long and he's strong but also fragile and so cold and small.

he's so cold

he can't move

his foot twitches a little and he starts to tremble, eyes burning too brightly as he looks at dave. dave talking to him, uncomfortable and probably internally freaking out but hardly showing it. dave patting his shoulder trying to get his attention dave's concerned and probably scared he should reassure dave--]

I'm sorry.

[this time he actually does break down, collapsing against his knee and scrubbing aggressively at his arm as if to block out everything and not freak dave out more.]

[ jaune's having a full blown panic attack. dave thinks this because he's been on the other end. he's done that side of things. trembling and looking off and being completely unable to function because you're just stuck somewhere and it's horrible. it's a trap that either stops or doesn't.

a sinkhole.

quicksand but the fictional quicksand that's actually quick.

he inhales a breath through his nose and exhales through his mouth so he doesn't end up joining him somehow. okay. jaune's not hearing him correctly. he managed to get his attention though.

he loses some composure at the apology. at jaune breaking down. his shoulder slouch. he doesn't take the calm look off. being calm makes people calm, right? the first thing he does is reach over and take the hand scrubbing his arm with both of his own to stop the action. he moves next to him after, shoulder to shoulder and drapes that cape over the both of them. then he tilts his head to try and catch his gaze, offering the smallest of little sad smiles ]

Dude. It's fine. Wouldn't do shit unless I liked you, okay? It's fine. Right here. All good. I'm chill. You're chill. The cat's chill. Totally safe. We're fucking ice cold chilly willy in here while also being snug as shit and cozy warm.

[part of him wishes dave would just walk away. he doesn't need to see this and the longer it goes on the more he hates himself for it. but every time he attempts to calm down, take a breath, he chokes or starts sobbing again and he's back at square one. he's supposed to be stable. or pretend to be. but he's so fucking terrified. he feels a surprisingly strong grip stall his hand and a slight pressure settle over him. it's dave. dave's smiling at him and jaune hates himself for being helpless, again, and relying on everyone else again, but exhaustion takes over making running away impossible. he finds he doesn't want to. he stares at dave for a second longer, his eyes flickering to kitkat when the cat's mentioned. he's taking in his surroundings that feel somewhat more solid and real but still vague and distant, like he's just grasping parts of it, or it's distorted by water, and shifts closer to dave in an attempt to get warmer.

dave is kind and selfless--too selfless about people important to him--and he honestly deserves better. like people who don't constantly hurt him and are capable of keeping their shit together. like jeff. he wants to argue with dave but he also wants to be selfish and he's just so tired. he's tired and broken and sad and right now, dave's right. they're safe.

for now.

he doesn't trust himself to speak yet, so he just stays there, occasional hiccups and hitches in his breath. it's probably been several minutes but it feels like years to him. at least hours. hours and hours. does time pass too slowly for dave? how agonizing is this? his vision keeps blurring and his face is probably ridiculously red. when he does manage to speak, his voice is raw and smaller than it normally is.]

It's warm.

[ he thinks he can help with this - being on the other side of things. it's heartbreaking to watch and awful but he understands. gets how it could happen. it must've freaked the hell out of jeff when he did it. he feels bad for the guy. he probably dealt with it better than dave is right now with jaune.

he gets as close against him as he can and then debates putting an arm around his shoulder. they're not quite at the right tallness level for that so he puts an arm on his back instead and lightly rubs it up and down, occasionally giving it a little pat in between. some solid comfort, hopefully. he leans his head on him after a moment. stays like that for... one of the minutes. he shifts enough to pull the cat over before resuming just sitting there comfortably. not silent because there's a cat purr to fill it. he might've did something else otherwise. ramble and ruin jaune's comfort probably. it feels like forever. ]

Yeah. It doubles as a blanket.

Edited 2017-02-20 10:13 (UTC)

[jaune doesn't notice any of dave's nerves. he's doing better than jaune ever managed to do with weiss. he knows weiss does that breathing thing when he goes somewhere but when he tries he just ends up starting to hyperventilate so he stops trying that. too many numbers too much counting his brain can't keep up. the light pats and rubs are much more grounding. he's still a sad, quivering mess, but he's a somewhat calmer, sad quivering mess. the cat keeps purring and he only moves to pet kitkat, letting dave lean against him, listening to him breathe. slowly mending. this kind of closeness isn't overwhelming or trapping. he wants to be here. it feels secure.]

That's because capes are super awesome.

[ dave's approaching it how he thinks it would work on himself. a mix of how jefferson approached it and how he's ever calmed karkat down. how the mayor would simply sit beside him and lean against him and made everything feel slightly better.

a combination. it seems like it pays off. ]

We should get you one. Even if you don't wear it all the time like me. You can have one of those fancy ones you take off before you do shit. The formal cape.

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