[Because he can't, anymore. He can't keep running, can't keep ignoring it, but trying to think it through is like driving rusty gears into motion: all creaking, groaning, shuddering slowness, more noise than progress. He hugs his knees tighter, but lifts his head, looking at Dirk's shadow under the door.]
What would you want. If it were you.
[Tacit acknowledgement, there, of what Dirk and Bro are to one another. Of what Dirk might be to Dave, in part, despite Dave's insistence on keeping them separate.
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[Because he can't, anymore. He can't keep running, can't keep ignoring it, but trying to think it through is like driving rusty gears into motion: all creaking, groaning, shuddering slowness, more noise than progress. He hugs his knees tighter, but lifts his head, looking at Dirk's shadow under the door.]
What would you want. If it were you.
[Tacit acknowledgement, there, of what Dirk and Bro are to one another. Of what Dirk might be to Dave, in part, despite Dave's insistence on keeping them separate.
At least there's that much.]