[Of all the images that roll over him, there's one Dave doesn't want to let go: Rose and Roxy smiling at each other, looking at each other like they belong even in the midst of a crowd, even as they greet and welcome their friends. It does funny, heart-flippy things to his chest. Funny warm things, too. His throat feels weird.
Dave nudges that feeling carefully, as if he might coax it to the surface again, but stops himself. Rude, yo. Ask your brother's permission before you literally pick his brain.]
Um. [It's a shy question. He's not used to asking for things, especially not things he wants so deeply. It's difficult to play things casually when Dave's in someone else's head.] Can I see?
[How did they win? Was everyone okay? Karkat, Kanaya, Terezi...Dirk. John, Rose, Jade--did they really all make it out of there okay?]
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Dave nudges that feeling carefully, as if he might coax it to the surface again, but stops himself. Rude, yo. Ask your brother's permission before you literally pick his brain.]
Um. [It's a shy question. He's not used to asking for things, especially not things he wants so deeply. It's difficult to play things casually when Dave's in someone else's head.] Can I see?
[How did they win? Was everyone okay? Karkat, Kanaya, Terezi...Dirk. John, Rose, Jade--did they really all make it out of there okay?]