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[potentite]

[Without thinking, he leans in close to look at Dirk, frowning.] Wait is something actually wrong with your eyesight? I thought you were just hip and cool.

[splinten]

[Jake is close. And right there. And adorable as fuck.

No, shit. They're broken up. Stop it, Strider.]

No, there isn't. I was just joking.

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[Jake rather suddenly realises how close their faces are and flushes hot enough that Dirk might actually feel the heat before he pulls back and looks down.]

Oh! Yes, good. I mean, glasses like mine would ruin how cool you look. And your eyesight is nice.

['Your eyesight is nice' what the fuck does that even mean God he's cute.]

[splinten]

[Oh. What the fuck. Dirk felt that heat.]

I, uh, wouldn't say you don't look cool because of those glasses.

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[Glancing up, he worries his bottom lip.]

You think so? Glasses don't fall on the nerdy end of the spectrum?

[splinten]

[Shit. His heart is hammering like it used to for all those years before he even had the guts to start approaching Jake. Shut the fuck up, heart.]

Nerd and cool aren't mutually exclusive. They fit you. That's cool, to me.

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Oh. [He doesn't mean for it to come out so soft but he's feeling so shy and dizzy with a sort of excitement that leaves his mouth dry. This is so stupid. Dirk broke up with him. ANd he's not good enough for Dirk anyway. It's stupid to feel like this.] Um, I mean... you're cool too.

[splinten]

Thanks.

[Now they're awkward. Fuck. Dirk's eyes flicker down to Jake's stomach again and his own heart lurches as he remembers the injury.]

How are you doing now?

[potentite]

[He notices that slight gesture and understands.]

Don't fret none. I'll take another painkiller soon.

[splinten]

That feels like treating it the wrong way around, Jake.

[God. Who is he to push at this? But Jake is hurt. He doesn't want him hurt.]

[potentite]

I know, but... I don't know. It'll heal up eventually if I keep it clean.

[splinten]

There has to be something else we can do for it.

[potentite]

You're... really worried about this.

[splinten]

Yeah. You're suffering. And it could get a lot worse.

[potentite]

What do you want me to do?

[splinten]

I....

[Fuck.]

This is me being a control freak again, isn't it.

[potentite]

No no, it's me being a moron. I'm sorry.

[splinten]

How is it that? There isn't even a Life player around.

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But I'm... worrying you, somehow.

[It confuses him a little still.]

[splinten]

I mean, yeah. I care about you, so.

[he mutters that, like he isn't supposed to say it]

[potentite]

[His heart jumps, adrenaline pulsing in his chest.]

I— Oh. I'm sorry.

[It feels like something he should apologise for.]

[splinten]

You—why?

[??]

[potentite]

Because I... I know that must be a burden on you right now, so...

[splinten]

[His voice grows quieter.]

It isn't a burden, Jake.

[potentite]

[A smile flickers over his lips, small and sad.]

You really are a good person, Dirk.