Take a deep breath, Maka, Dave has every right to know and it's been a few years. You're less of an emotional clingy baby, ideally, and can handle things maturely.]
I was here once before five years ago in Johto, then got sent back home. About two years ago I "reloaded" my previous save--AKA got brought back--and didn't quite remember what I had done or where I was, but the memory was still there, if that makes sense. John and Rose were really good friends of mine, you popped in and out a couple of times but I didn't know you that well. I wanted to! But I'm not exactly the best at the "being a social butterfly" thing.
I met Bro first. And somehow we ended up friends.
I'm going to be frank, because you deserve honesty and I hate lies, but I was pretty sure you hated me for being close to him. I don't blame you for being wary about it, now that I can look at the situation from the outside. It's like, okay, so this kid comes by and suddenly my dad feels like he can start over and pretend he's a good parent? I'd be pissed too if it was my dad, and I'd want to tell that kid "don't fall for it, he's a liar and a cheater, he'll ditch you to chase ass, you're not as important as screwing around to him."
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I'm sorry for not thinking about how you were feeling at the time, or trying to talk to you, or anything. I was a stupid 15 year old that had no idea how to deal with an adult that seemed to actually give a damn. I was also a coward. It's not weird for me, I'm actually really happy to be able to talk to you and get to know *you* now. I was hoping we could be friends.
Sorry for the tl;dr but I figure if I don't spit it all out now I never will.
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Take a deep breath, Maka, Dave has every right to know and it's been a few years. You're less of an emotional clingy baby, ideally, and can handle things maturely.]
I was here once before five years ago in Johto, then got sent back home. About two years ago I "reloaded" my previous save--AKA got brought back--and didn't quite remember what I had done or where I was, but the memory was still there, if that makes sense. John and Rose were really good friends of mine, you popped in and out a couple of times but I didn't know you that well. I wanted to! But I'm not exactly the best at the "being a social butterfly" thing.
I met Bro first. And somehow we ended up friends.
I'm going to be frank, because you deserve honesty and I hate lies, but I was pretty sure you hated me for being close to him. I don't blame you for being wary about it, now that I can look at the situation from the outside. It's like, okay, so this kid comes by and suddenly my dad feels like he can start over and pretend he's a good parent? I'd be pissed too if it was my dad, and I'd want to tell that kid "don't fall for it, he's a liar and a cheater, he'll ditch you to chase ass, you're not as important as screwing around to him."
[...]
I
I'm sorry for not thinking about how you were feeling at the time, or trying to talk to you, or anything. I was a stupid 15 year old that had no idea how to deal with an adult that seemed to actually give a damn. I was also a coward. It's not weird for me, I'm actually really happy to be able to talk to you and get to know *you* now. I was hoping we could be friends.
Sorry for the tl;dr but I figure if I don't spit it all out now I never will.