callbacks: (night thoughts)
dave mamahecking strider ([personal profile] callbacks) wrote 2016-12-28 02:57 pm (UTC)

...Yeah, he's pretty...

[He's pretty something, Dave's not sure what. Like a lead actor commanding the stage with his very entrance, except all the time. He can't help but remember a certain man climbing up on the table for a speech. Purple Hamlet.

He thinks, Meridiana dredged all that up again for a reason. And that reason is, as uncomfortably familiar as she must have found Giorno, she knows, too, that Dave felt the same way. Wound like a spring-loaded mousetrap, ready to snap shut on the interaction as soon as he got too close.

If Meridiana's going to be brave about it, how can Dave do anything less? How can he ask her to face that struggle alone? He gathers her more closely, but here he is, just proving her point: He's stronger with her here, but more afraid, too.]


Yeah, okay. I get you. [He makes the admission quietly, then releases a breath through his nose.] Also, he's our next-door neighbor now, so he'd be pretty hard to avoid either way. I just.

[He thinks over his words, then forces himself to relax. Yeah, she's got him, here.]

Safety's still the first long-term investment.

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