As he listened, his eyes narrowed sadly behind his glasses. John was trying so hard not to show just how shocked he was, how upset that he was. Dave didn’t deserve a life like that, no matter if he barely knew this Dave or not. Now more than ever he wished that he had met the blond sooner, maybe he could’ve helped him out. He could’ve given him a place to stay, a roof over his head that didn’t have the chance of breaking.
All these thoughts of what he could’ve done only brought more upsetting ones up. He could’ve been a better leader. He could’ve protected Dave. He could’ve made sure that when the beat the game, that they beat it together, not losing anyone. Eyes dropping for a moment, he shook his head. Why did everything have to be so sad?
“Dave.. I.. I’m sorry. Now I really wish the two of us had met before this, because I wouldn’t have let you live like that. No one deserves that, ever.” He took a shaky breath in. Maybe he was making such a big deal out of this best this guy was basically his best friend, just without the memories that John would’ve liked. “Just, I want you to know that I’ll be here. Anytime a storm decides to start up, I’ll come over, if you want.”
He let his gaze lift back up to Dave, giving him a half smile. “Being alone really isn’t fun, it’s always better to have someone else around.” John knew all too well the effects of being alone, they could almost drive one insane if they weren’t handled in the right way.
He sighed with a small smile, one again glancing over towards the darker haired male as he spoke. It was nice to know someone cared enough to wish to go back in time and fix these things. You were the Knight Of Time, sure, but you had no control over what year it was or hour, minute second it could be in the day. You lost it all.
Or perhaps you never had it to begin with? Think, if you did, you could take him up on that offer. Maybe things would be different. Or… Maybe worse? Who knows, he was content with where he was now. Celebrity DeeJays were too cool for friends it seemed.
He shrugged once more and looked back at the TV, clearing his throat before h he decided to give him an appropriate response, “Thanks, man, that means a lot. But hell, if it hadn’t happened I wouldn’t be where I am now. If it wasn’t for that damn bus stop I would never had become DJ Stride. So, in the end, I guess it worked out.”
Damn, he wasn’t being a good host. He looked back at John, and with a feigned smile on his lips he questioned, “You hungry? Thirsty? Need anything? It’s the least I could do you know.” And a pause.
“Yeah, you know, that doesn’t sound so bad actually.”