“I guess.. I mean, things might’ve been so different if I was around. Hahah, you know, you might’ve smiled more.” Of course he was joking, he didn’t really mind that the other didn’t smile too often. He took it as a small honour whenever he actually did get to see it though. It was like he felt as though the man might open up with him more, in time of course.
He paused at the question, thinking about it for a moment. A finger rose to tap at his jawline, eyes looking up and off, as though it was actually taking quite a bit of effort to simply say yes or no. He was always like this, ever since everything ended, he had started thinking about things more carefully. Just in case whatever he chose, no matter how simple the matter, could backfire on him.
“Maybe just a glass of milk? You know, nothing too heavy just in case we happen to fall asleep or something.” He finally replied, nodding to his friend. It didn’t seem too unnatural to him, wanting Dave to sleep. It might have seemed slightly creepy, but he’d rather the other actually get some decent sleep (especially during a storm) while he was there, rather than stay up all night.
“Yeah, I guess it would be. Never know, probably could have used a smile or two here and there in my days.” He offers a small smile before glancing back over at the blue eyed wonder. He wonders what the hell happened that he forgot the existence of this male. How could he forget his supposed best friend?
He was awful.
He noticed the other pause in thought, not taking much thought into it. He couldn’t really blame him for contemplating his drink of choice. It was late, it was best to get something that wouldn’t keep him up, nor put him to sleep. Though there was a slim chance Dave himself would fall asleep with the weather this bad out. Damn storms.
He stood up, Auto loyally following his master in suit as he strolled off into the kitchen, commenting a simple ‘Sure’ to his friend before getting out a glass and pouring the drink. A sigh escaped to pass the time before he put the milk back up and took the glass to John, “Here you go.” Another smile, sitting down back at his spot, the dog attempting to clamber back up on top with a whine, “Uh, thanks for you know, coming over, John. I appreciate it…” He whispered, rather ashamed he couldn’t handle this on his own.
He was so weak. So weak.