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[potentite]

I meant, um, a bit more towards the emotional and mental range of things.

[splinten]

[Oh.]

[Hm.]

I'm mostly focused on fixing this weird, shitty situation we're in.

[potentite]

Ah. Well... Um, if I can assist you somehow, you can tell me. But, um, if you want to talk about... anything, um, my ears are open.

[splinten]

[He kind of pauses.]

I don't... know what to do now. Regarding what's at home. I always had a pretty clear set of instructions in front of me. Now I'm not actually for anything in specific.

I don't know, man. It's strange.

[potentite]

[After a moment, he scoots to the side, so that there is now a clear space on the bed for him to sit.]

You don't have to be for anything, do you? I'm certainly not.

[splinten]

[Another moment of uncertainty. He comes over to the side of the bed, and checks Jake's expression to make sure he's okay with it.]

We were all always for something.

[potentite]

[Jake nods, looking at him. It's okay.]

I... suppose that's true. I can't deny that.

[splinten]

[He sits down beside him, slowly and carefully. But he accepts that nod.]

It's possible that us fucking up as phenomenally as we did is really all a part of the great cosmic horror show that is Paradox Space's demands.

[potentite]

[His body wants to lean against him, part habit but also just the desire there. He doesn't.]

So... our only purpose might've been to die?

[splinten]

[Dirk wants to hold his hand.]

To die in exactly the way we did after doing exactly what we did. It feels like the kind of shit P. Space might pull.

[potentite]

Well, that puts us in a pickle, huh.

[It's the most underrated reaction, meaning of course that it upsets him a lot.]

[splinten]

Maybe.

On the other hand, maybe it means we don't have to deal with Paradox Space's particular brand of crap anymore. Optimistic slant, I guess.

[potentite]

[Jake thinks about it, staring ahead with a small frown.]

Now that you say that, I realise I have no idea what I would do with my life anyway.

[splinten]

Me either. It isn't really a contingency plan I thought about.

[potentite]

No, I mean I— I dunno. I think I thought as far as, "Meeting grandma again" and then after that... I don't know?

[splinten]

I fantasized about it. It was mostly imagining getting to eat pizza with my Bro and everyone.

[God, his dreams are so small and stupid.]

[potentite]

[Dirk thinks that but Jake smiles.]

That sounds wonderful.

[splinten]

If we get this stupid food machine to spit out a pizza, you're invited.

[Oh. Shit. Wait. Only if he wants to? But an invite is already only if he wants to.

Fuck. He needs to shut up.]

[potentite]

[He glances at him, eyes wide in surprise before he clears his throat.]

Um. Yeah, that'd be swell. I mean, only if you really want.

[splinten]

Yeah, of course. [Behind his shades, his own eyes are wide.] Would you really want?

[potentite]

Yes, certainly. [It's somewhat mumbled but sincere.]

[splinten]

Cool. Mission pizza, cool. That's awesome.

[potentite]

Mm! It should be a real rollicking good time.

[splinten]

Step one: bust ghosts. Step two: eat pizza.

Congratulations, English. We now have a game plan.

[potentite]

Easier said then done! But we aren't in a rush, I suppose.