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[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.

[splinten]

[It feels like arguing it would just be worse. So, instead, he says,] We both have apologies to give, I guess. When do you wanna...?

[potentite]

Um, when do you want to? [Dirk says he's feeling better but he would hate to push him.]

[splinten]

Whenever you're okay with it. It isn't like I have a busy schedule here.

[potentite]

Me either! Completely free.

[splinten]

Uh, then... Now?

[potentite]

O—Okay, yes, certainly.

[Shit he wants to run now. The whole reason he wanted Dirk to pick was so he couldn't run from it, so he couldn't put it off, but it turns out his instinct to run comes anyway.]

[splinten]

Um. Are you sure?

[He doesn't look sure.]

[potentite]

[He nods quickly.] Yes, it's fine.

[splinten]

[A pause.]

We're dead ends, huh. That ain't the point, I know. But it's what we are.

[potentite]

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

Well, I can't say for sure, um, especially for you but I am pretty sure I was a goner. Certainly felt like dying.

[splinten]

I'm sorry I failed you.

You're not hurt now, are you?

[potentite]

You didn't fail me. But, um...

[He shifts a bit. God, he doesn't want to worry Dirk. Dirk shouldn't have to worry over him.]

I'm mostly fine!

[splinten]

What's wrong? [He pushes himself to his feet.] Where are you hurt?

[potentite]

[Jake, however, just glances away and clears his throat, staying seated.]

It's all right. It should be fine. We don't know what happened to you back there, so um, you should probably take a load off for a bit longer.

[splinten]

Jake, it's not fine, you're hurt.

[potentite]

[Guilty, he sighs before standing. Now that he isn't trying to hide it, his movements are slower.]

If I show you will you feel better?

[splinten]

I'll feel better when we get you medical help.

[potentite]

Well of course I already patched it up. I'd probably be slipping in blood if I hadn't.

[Helpful.]

[splinten]

Jake!

[potentite]

[Fuck.]

It's not as bad now! I suck at comfort.