(Some part of Dirk felt bad on a personal level. It wasn't like he could do shit all about it, but he ragged on Kyle enough in the past about relationship stuff that he sure as hell hoped Kyle wouldn't hear that shit echoing in his mind.)
Yeah, but I get it. It fucking sucks being a third and fourth wheel.
(Feeling like everyone else had better luck with romance than you ever did.)
I ain't gonna subject you to that, okay?
(Hmm...maybe not but...)
You should let me take care of you. (Well, okay that's really vague, Dirk.)
I mean like. Let me fix your hair and wings and shit.
[Unfortunately, Kyle has definitely absorbed every negative thing anyone has ever said about how he handles relationships. He's an overdramatic bitch often, but he really does mean it when he says he has no intention of approaching romance ever again.]
Dude, hey, it's okay. I actually really like hanging out with you guys. It's fun.
[He blinks.] Uh...
Oh! Oh. [He looks at his wings with vague annoyance.] They do look like shit, huh? I dunno why. I'm not doing anything different.
But, sure. Go nuts. I don't want people thinking I'm molting.
Kyle, literally no one who just went through a fucked up relationship situation wants to be around people in happy relationships.
(Dirk is the exact same way. He loathed people's happiness sometimes, and he also ran the worst things people have said to him over and over again in his mind.)
Stress can fuck you up.
(Dirk nods, gesturing for Kyle to come closer.)
Turn around. I used to take care of the seagulls. It'll feel good.
I dunno. I'd probably do that. At least for a little while.
(He knew he had the social maturity of a brick. He begins to carefully move his fingers through Kyle's wings.)
Mmhm. Back when I was a kid, seagulls would always chill on the rooftop of my place. They were annoying as fuck sometimes, but I guess they made all right company.
(They were also like...the only flesh and blood creature he had any consistent relationship with in person for the first sixteen years of his life...So he might be a little biased toward the feathery bastards and anything else with wings.)
Yeah, well. Heartbreak can make a bastard out of anyone, man. I'm just sayin' I won't hold it against you if that happens.
(Dirk is careful to not tug out any of the flight feathers. He grunts at the thing about spiders - mostly because there had been tons of those fuckers too, but he was far less fond of them.)
Yeah?
(...Yeah...)
You won't be, Kyle. C'mon. (Dirk rarely spoke softly, but for once, there's something akin to gentleness in his voice. Ken really had brought the best out of him. Maybe Kyle and Junpei did too, if he's being honest.)
So shit didn't end up like a fairy tale story. You can be bitter about it. Most people are gonna understand given the circumstances. But you're more aware of that shit now too, yeah?
Thanks. That's genuinely comforting, because I can be an asshole sometimes.
[Kyle, optimist that he is, has always thought that Dirk must have a kind side. It's nice to be proven right for once.]
Yeah.
I'm not mad at him, at least. Not like with what happened with my best friend; that was worse because the choice was his. It helps a little that it was out of our hands.
[He sighs.] I'll be okay. I might just not be cut out for love like other people have, and that's not bad. I'm already kinda weird, you know?
Friends matter a lot to me, and I have you guys here. That means a lot.
Yeah, we all can be real pricks, dude. I think we're all kinda at the point where we're past holding that shit against each other.
(It isn't a kind side!! It's a rational side! Or something!)
Yeah, that does help, doesn't it? (Then there wouldn't be nights spent nagging over what could have been done to change a terrible outcome. He focuses on taking care of Kyle's wings, meticulously and careful.)
I dunno if I believe all that horseshit. I don't exactly think I'm cut out for romance either. Have you fuckin' met me? I'm so shitty for romance that it's my stupid theme from the game. (Which he was still expecting the other shoe to drop with that one.)
But yet here I am - living it the fuck up in domestic bliss with a guy who's too good for me.
(He's not trying to shove it in. He's just talking plainly, sighing shortly after.)
I'm just saying. Us hopeless assholes sometimes just get lucky and find these weirdly amazing guys who want to love us despite us being us. Unsuited for love.
(Because he gets feeling like that. Even being with Ken, Dirk still felt that way sometimes. It's not a feeling you got over easily.)
You're right. Romance ain't everything in life, but I don't think this is a fair comparison, man. Most people don't have to combat random reality-hopping shenanigans in their relationships. Think of it this way - if you went back home, would you want Sollux sitting here wallowing in depression and acting like he's the one at fault and it's all on him for being a Mage of Doom and dooming his own relationship?
'Cause man, that would definitely have happened and something tells me you wouldn't want him doin' that shit either. So...maybe think of it that way. Would Sollux want you saying all this shit about yourself?
(.............)
Sex is fuckin' great, shut up. Don't put your dick out to dry like that, dude.
Well... I dunno. You're passionate, and even if you have the emotional intelligence of a potato you've definitely got a soul, dude. I know you guys all have this thing about the game, but like... I think maybe you don't fully see how much more you are than just a stupid role.
And you do have good taste in men.
[He actually smiles.]
No. He'd call me a loother. And look, I'm not like... I'm glad we had what we did. And I know I sound a little dramatic but it's just a lot easier for me to accept that I might not find anyone else for a long time than it is to throw myself into the dating pool. I hate dating.
[He cackles at that.] It's great with the right people! Without the right person I'll be just fine without fucking, dude.
The soul's not in the best shape, man. It's got a bunch of cracks in it and I ain't even being metaphorical here. (But maybe Kyle had a point. The longer they stayed in this world, the easier it had become to think beyond the scope of the game.
Kind of. In some ways. He still wasn't really sure what to do with himself, but he hadn't known what to do with himself after the game had technically been won either.)
Sometimes. I've had some questionable tastes once in a blue moon.
(Dirk listens to Kyle, and frankly, put like that, he gets where Kyle is coming from. If Ken just up and vanished, Dirk wouldn't exactly want to rush back out the door to fall in love with the nearest twink. Shit, he wouldn't even want a rebound. He'd just want to be left the fuck alone.)
All right, so no dating, no fucking. I get it. You were in love. (He neatens out the final part of Kyle's wings.)
I think if our roles were switched and you told me to just go fuck someone to get over Ken, I'd probably cut your head off.
(Literally.)
In that case, man, just kick it back and chill with me for a while. We'll work on it day by day.
So what? It's still yours. [A lot of people would think that Kyle is naive, that he doesn't understand that Dirk is a dangerous monster of a person. The thing is, he does know, he just doesn't believe it makes the guy irredeemable.
Kyle snorts.] Yeah, I know. I'm your blue moon.
[He blushes all the way to the tips of his ears.] ...yeah. Maybe not to the degree some of you are, but yeah.
I learned that doesn't work in like, third grade.
[He turns so he can see Dirk properly, offering him a smile that's almost shy.]
Yeah. (Dirk says this with a bit of a sigh. It's true enough that he had the potential to do some serious lasting damage if he cared to, but Kyle's right too. Dirk wasn't really in his psychotic baddie era. He was kind of in his sappy era.)
Nah, you ain't. (He reaches out and grabs a fistful of that red hair, giving Kyle's head a light shake.)
I don't fuck ugly guys and I stand by that. You're sexy in your own way, dude, and I think you just don't know how to see it.
(He lets go of Kyle's hair a second later, grinning mildly back at him.)
Shut up, dude. Don't look at me like that. You don't gotta thank me. You're my bro. It's what bros do.
Yeah, yeah. [Said in such a way that dismisses the very idea that Dirk isn't just saying that. Kyle's self esteem in the looks department has truly not improved since arriving in Folkmore. There's too many pretty people.]
You shut up. And yeah. Yeah, it is. I'm just saying, I'm glad to have a bro like you.
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Yeah, but I get it. It fucking sucks being a third and fourth wheel.
(Feeling like everyone else had better luck with romance than you ever did.)
I ain't gonna subject you to that, okay?
(Hmm...maybe not but...)
You should let me take care of you. (Well, okay that's really vague, Dirk.)
I mean like. Let me fix your hair and wings and shit.
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Dude, hey, it's okay. I actually really like hanging out with you guys. It's fun.
[He blinks.] Uh...
Oh! Oh. [He looks at his wings with vague annoyance.] They do look like shit, huh? I dunno why. I'm not doing anything different.
But, sure. Go nuts. I don't want people thinking I'm molting.
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(Dirk is the exact same way. He loathed people's happiness sometimes, and he also ran the worst things people have said to him over and over again in his mind.)
Stress can fuck you up.
(Dirk nods, gesturing for Kyle to come closer.)
Turn around. I used to take care of the seagulls. It'll feel good.
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[Kyle does as he's bid, eyebrows lifting.]
Seagulls?
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(He knew he had the social maturity of a brick. He begins to carefully move his fingers through Kyle's wings.)
Mmhm. Back when I was a kid, seagulls would always chill on the rooftop of my place. They were annoying as fuck sometimes, but I guess they made all right company.
(They were also like...the only flesh and blood creature he had any consistent relationship with in person for the first sixteen years of his life...So he might be a little biased toward the feathery bastards and anything else with wings.)
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[It feels nice to have someone from his wings, which is not something Kyle was expecting.]
Better than spiders, I guess.
[He's quiet a while.]
You remember when we first got here? And you called me out for being bitter? I don't want to be that guy again.
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(Dirk is careful to not tug out any of the flight feathers. He grunts at the thing about spiders - mostly because there had been tons of those fuckers too, but he was far less fond of them.)
Yeah?
(...Yeah...)
You won't be, Kyle. C'mon. (Dirk rarely spoke softly, but for once, there's something akin to gentleness in his voice. Ken really had brought the best out of him. Maybe Kyle and Junpei did too, if he's being honest.)
So shit didn't end up like a fairy tale story. You can be bitter about it. Most people are gonna understand given the circumstances. But you're more aware of that shit now too, yeah?
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[Kyle, optimist that he is, has always thought that Dirk must have a kind side. It's nice to be proven right for once.]
Yeah.
I'm not mad at him, at least. Not like with what happened with my best friend; that was worse because the choice was his. It helps a little that it was out of our hands.
[He sighs.] I'll be okay. I might just not be cut out for love like other people have, and that's not bad. I'm already kinda weird, you know?
Friends matter a lot to me, and I have you guys here. That means a lot.
And sex is whatever, I don't need it.
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(It isn't a kind side!! It's a rational side! Or something!)
Yeah, that does help, doesn't it? (Then there wouldn't be nights spent nagging over what could have been done to change a terrible outcome. He focuses on taking care of Kyle's wings, meticulously and careful.)
I dunno if I believe all that horseshit. I don't exactly think I'm cut out for romance either. Have you fuckin' met me? I'm so shitty for romance that it's my stupid theme from the game. (Which he was still expecting the other shoe to drop with that one.)
But yet here I am - living it the fuck up in domestic bliss with a guy who's too good for me.
(He's not trying to shove it in. He's just talking plainly, sighing shortly after.)
I'm just saying. Us hopeless assholes sometimes just get lucky and find these weirdly amazing guys who want to love us despite us being us. Unsuited for love.
(Because he gets feeling like that. Even being with Ken, Dirk still felt that way sometimes. It's not a feeling you got over easily.)
You're right. Romance ain't everything in life, but I don't think this is a fair comparison, man. Most people don't have to combat random reality-hopping shenanigans in their relationships. Think of it this way - if you went back home, would you want Sollux sitting here wallowing in depression and acting like he's the one at fault and it's all on him for being a Mage of Doom and dooming his own relationship?
'Cause man, that would definitely have happened and something tells me you wouldn't want him doin' that shit either. So...maybe think of it that way. Would Sollux want you saying all this shit about yourself?
(.............)
Sex is fuckin' great, shut up. Don't put your dick out to dry like that, dude.
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Well... I dunno. You're passionate, and even if you have the emotional intelligence of a potato you've definitely got a soul, dude. I know you guys all have this thing about the game, but like... I think maybe you don't fully see how much more you are than just a stupid role.
And you do have good taste in men.
[He actually smiles.]
No. He'd call me a loother. And look, I'm not like... I'm glad we had what we did. And I know I sound a little dramatic but it's just a lot easier for me to accept that I might not find anyone else for a long time than it is to throw myself into the dating pool. I hate dating.
[He cackles at that.] It's great with the right people! Without the right person I'll be just fine without fucking, dude.
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Kind of. In some ways. He still wasn't really sure what to do with himself, but he hadn't known what to do with himself after the game had technically been won either.)
Sometimes. I've had some questionable tastes once in a blue moon.
(Dirk listens to Kyle, and frankly, put like that, he gets where Kyle is coming from. If Ken just up and vanished, Dirk wouldn't exactly want to rush back out the door to fall in love with the nearest twink. Shit, he wouldn't even want a rebound. He'd just want to be left the fuck alone.)
All right, so no dating, no fucking. I get it. You were in love. (He neatens out the final part of Kyle's wings.)
I think if our roles were switched and you told me to just go fuck someone to get over Ken, I'd probably cut your head off.
(Literally.)
In that case, man, just kick it back and chill with me for a while. We'll work on it day by day.
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Kyle snorts.] Yeah, I know. I'm your blue moon.
[He blushes all the way to the tips of his ears.] ...yeah. Maybe not to the degree some of you are, but yeah.
I learned that doesn't work in like, third grade.
[He turns so he can see Dirk properly, offering him a smile that's almost shy.]
Thanks, Dirk. I mean it.
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Nah, you ain't. (He reaches out and grabs a fistful of that red hair, giving Kyle's head a light shake.)
I don't fuck ugly guys and I stand by that. You're sexy in your own way, dude, and I think you just don't know how to see it.
(He lets go of Kyle's hair a second later, grinning mildly back at him.)
Shut up, dude. Don't look at me like that. You don't gotta thank me. You're my bro. It's what bros do.
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You shut up. And yeah. Yeah, it is. I'm just saying, I'm glad to have a bro like you.