[That all sounds plenty familiar, and some of the stiffness leaks out of Dave's shoulders as he looks up at Yuuri with an almost awed expression. It's just a moment of openness, but he feels exposed and raw with even just that much, like every look his way stings.
Glancing between Yuuri and Kubo, Dave curls up a little and tugs his cape up a bit higher, cheeks flushed red.]
I know it's okay. [Back to being muffled by fabric. God, how the hell do people just talk about this shit so easily? What the hell, Yuuri?] Just... not if everyone else knows that.
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Glancing between Yuuri and Kubo, Dave curls up a little and tugs his cape up a bit higher, cheeks flushed red.]
I know it's okay. [Back to being muffled by fabric. God, how the hell do people just talk about this shit so easily? What the hell, Yuuri?] Just... not if everyone else knows that.