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[potentite]

[He nods and folds his arms on the table, curling them up close to him as he hunches down.]

Is it all right?

[splinten]

Yeah. I'm doing better.

[Thanks to the crazy straw, or water, or time.]

What the fuck happened back there.

[potentite]

I don't know. Do you think it was a monster?

[splinten]

It could be. The ghost idea seems bizarrely solid.

[potentite]

[Jake cocks his head slightly, quiet for a moment before he laughs.]

Oh! Because ghosts aren't solid! It's irony!

[Dirk you fell in love with this boy.]

[splinten]

[He like. Kind of snorts, which also blows bubbles into his water. Jake is so ridiculous.]

[potentite]

[Somehow that flusters him and he shyly smiles for a moment before clearing his throat.]

So um, ghosts huh?

[splinten]

Ghosts. Monsters. Psychic echoes. We should start a Buzzfeed Unsolved program.

[Dirk would obviously NOT be Ryan.]

Weird shit.

[potentite]

Oh! Well, they never solved anything but it might be good to try anyway!

[splinten]

At least we could get Space Station Youtube Famous if we put some effort into it.

[potentite]

I bet people would be riveted by you.

[splinten]

Dude, look at my expressiveness. [He gestures at his face. It isn't emoting much.]

[potentite]

Now now, I think that would catch the fancy of some sardonic youth.

[splinten]

Maybe. I don't really have that Indiana Jones vibe that you nail.

[potentite]

[Flush, he glances down at the table.]

That's... well, it requires nothing more than practice, promise.

[splinten]

I'm pretty sure practice wouldn't let me nail that.

[He gestures at himself.]

[potentite]

Nah, I've practiced it my whole life but... even by the time you met me, you bought into it, didn't you? So, probably a few years is good enough.

[splinten]

[He frowns a little, spinning his crazy straw in the cup.]

I wouldn't say that I 'bought into it' the way I think you mean. I knew you were a rugged adventurer type for real. I also knew that you were a huge, nerdy dork who was afraid of monsters and preferred watching movies to throwing yourself at those monsters.

Not that you don't for real like danger, but you were scared, too. I wasn't fooled otherwise.

[potentite]

[His gaze flicks up for a moment, startled, before he returns to looking at the table. It's hard to imagine.]

You really knew me that well?

[splinten]

[Dirk isn't sure if he's pushing in the wrong direction or not. The best he can do is tell the truth. So, tentatively, he says,]

I mean... yeah. We talked about it a couple times. Right?

[potentite]

I suppose, but I guess...

[It's hard to understand how Dirk could know some of the cowardly parts of him and still have liked him. He doesn't know how to say that without sounding accusatory though.]

I... guess we should um... set aside some time to talk at some point huh? About... stuff.

[splinten]

[Ah. Yeah. Dirk rubs at the back of his neck, but nods.] That would probably be an important thing for us to take care of. Yeah.

[potentite]

[Jake fidgets with the edge of the table.] Only if you want? I mean, um, if you'd rather we just...

[He frowns, unable to finish the sentence. He doesn't want to.]

[splinten]

I want to. [It comes rushed out, and he stops himself. He's frowning.] At the least, I owe you an apology. So... yeah.

[potentite]

[Mumbled:] I owe you one more, so. I at least want to give you that.