[If he's being completely honest with himself, Dave's train of thought wasn't much different. These trips were awesome, would never not be awesome, the highlight of the month every time they happen, but the dread of having to leave sets in earlier every time, this little nagging pit in his stomach that doesn't go away and, so long as we're still on this honesty thing, shouldn't scare Dave as much as it does. But that nagging little feeling comes with the all too unfortunate realization of just how attached he is to John, how much he doesn't want to leave.
How much he actually fucking cares about him, and Dave's closet is far too comfortable to ever give that thought more than a passing glance. Not that he's been doing a good job of staying in that closet, not when hangouts with his best bro suddenly included a whole range of decidedly not straight activities that he was sure as hell not complaining about. He hadn't even told John yet. You'd think, if you were making out with a guy, you'd at least be able to tell him you're gay. Clearly, nobody had decided to let Dave's mouth or vocal chords in on that little thought, because he hasn't been able to do it.
But being a grouch and shoving John out of the bed are definitely the first thoughts that cross Dave's mind, because what the fuck, John, it's way too early for this. But, funny thing about not being a raging moron, it's not that difficult to tell that something's on his friend's mind, even in the dark of the room, even in his half-asleep state, it's not a difficult conclusion to come to. John's awake too early, insisting Dave be awake too early, and it's not with the shit-eating grin that would suggest that he'd just thought of some really fantastic prank that couldn't wait until it was an hour at which people actually would want to be awake. So when he frowns, it's with traces of concern, not annoyance, and he props himself up on his elbows, trying to blink away the sleep.]
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How much he actually fucking cares about him, and Dave's closet is far too comfortable to ever give that thought more than a passing glance. Not that he's been doing a good job of staying in that closet, not when hangouts with his best bro suddenly included a whole range of decidedly not straight activities that he was sure as hell not complaining about. He hadn't even told John yet. You'd think, if you were making out with a guy, you'd at least be able to tell him you're gay. Clearly, nobody had decided to let Dave's mouth or vocal chords in on that little thought, because he hasn't been able to do it.
But being a grouch and shoving John out of the bed are definitely the first thoughts that cross Dave's mind, because what the fuck, John, it's way too early for this. But, funny thing about not being a raging moron, it's not that difficult to tell that something's on his friend's mind, even in the dark of the room, even in his half-asleep state, it's not a difficult conclusion to come to. John's awake too early, insisting Dave be awake too early, and it's not with the shit-eating grin that would suggest that he'd just thought of some really fantastic prank that couldn't wait until it was an hour at which people actually would want to be awake. So when he frowns, it's with traces of concern, not annoyance, and he props himself up on his elbows, trying to blink away the sleep.]
Yeah? What's up, bro?