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You’ve just had quite possibly the craziest day of your life. Getting to meet your gran again, seeing Dirks brother, fighting those little green bastards as well! You were sitting and chatting with some of the others when the teal troll and Dave brought Dirk in. No matter how many times you see him like that, it still shakes you to your core. Poor boy was quite tuckered out after his revival. You watched him try his hardest not to lay his head in your lap, he would shift a bit before sitting up again.
And now here you are, sitting alone near the edge of the victory platform, with him. You. Don’t know what to say. You still love him. Even when. You stopped talking to him.You still loved him. You were just overwhelmed. He always seemed so aloof. Practically sent you into shock seeing how… Clingy he really was. Still got embarrassed by how touchy he was. He’d never say it to you but you know how much he wants to be close to you. He’s fidgeting with his gloves. Pulling at where they cover his knuckles.
“Hey”
You can tell he’s trying to escape eye contact under those shades. You blank.
“I love you.”
He pauses as if he doesn’t believe it. Like he can’t believe it. That anyone could possibly love him. You watch him tense up. He stutters a bit.
“I love you too.”
You reach out your hand to brush against his. His face flushes to his ears. He flinches his hand away before putting it over yours. You mutter.
“We need to talk, don't we?”
“…Probably.”
“Look, I’m sorry Dirk. I. I just got overwhelmed. You. You’re a lot! And it usually isn’t a bad thing. But it was so much at once and..”
You trail off. He’s just so. Lovely. He looks worried. Worried but happy. So happy to see you. You pull closer to him. You grab his shades and take them off, propping them up just above that silly little crown. You think his face got redder somehow. His mouth is open like he’s about to object.Orange with little coppery flecks. You press your tongue into his mouth. It’s sickeningly sweet. He makes a little noise that melts in his throat. He grabs the back of your hair, pulling you in closer. You’ve missed this. He pulls his head away as if your mouth was burning.
“Jake...”
You look up at him, cupping his chin in your hand.
“I need you. I. I need to touch you. Feel you.”
You’ve always known how touched-starved he was, even if he tried to hide it. You let your other hand slide from his hips to his waist, you get a glimpse of his midriff when your hand goes over his shirt. He rubs his face into the nape of your neck. You catch a whiff of his shampoo, sweet orange vanilla.
You’re almost entirely sure that someone is staring at you. Watching him be so vulnerable. You don’t think he’d be doing this if he wasn’t still weak from the revival, all groggy and sleepy. He’s practically leaning all of his body weight onto you. Soaking all of you in. You love him so much. Every part of him.
“May I go join one of the groups in talking?”
“I thought you wanted to talk.”
Despite the fact you brought it up, you really don’t want to talk. You just want to stay here and hold him. He shuffles his head up.
“Dude. I love you. We don’t… Have to get back together now. But. I want to know how much you love me everyday.”
“I want to! With the whole.. New world thing, we could figure things out!”
“Please. I want to love you.”
You kiss him on the forehead, you don’t think you’ve loved anyone as much as him. You run your fingers through his hair. It’s soft and unstyled, just the way you like. You love this. You want to mutter praises in his ear while he’s too tired to protest forever.
“Dirk, now can I go talk to the others? You can lay in my lap.”
He makes a noise and nods. You help him walk over to where John, Jade, Dave, Roxy, and the louder troll are talking. Roxy waves at you.
“Dirk! You feelin any better?”
“I’m alright.. Could feel better.”
You sit down and let him slump onto you again. He makes a nervous glance towards Dave. He’s practically limp.
“Poor lad is plum tuckered out!”
You take off your hood and try to cover him as much as possible. You pat him on the head. Dave speaks up.
“I mean, dude lost his head. I’d probably end up limp in dudes arms too.”
You lift up his chin to look at him. You look at his eyes under his shades. He’s always been scattered with eye contact.
“I love you.”
“Love you..”
Roxy flashes you a smile and a wink, you wink back. You end up quietly speaking to the others for a while. You feel Dirks breathing get slower and deeper on top of you. His eyes are closed shut under his shades. His arms wrap around your waist. You love this so much. You place a hand on his back and he twitches in response. He’s been asleep for at least ten minutes now. You mutter about how amazing he is in his ears and let yourself relax.