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Or, more to the point, a post for sad threads because I have so horribly many of them.

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[He looks incredulous.] Why would you put that much faith in me??

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[He just. Looks so sad and lost and confused and how does he even, he can't deal with this. He huffs a sort of disgruntled sound and covers his face with his hands again.] God...

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[He shakes his head.] You're always looking out for me.

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Because I can't take care of myself, I suppose. [He's... quiet. And sort of despondent.]

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In my most wishful of moments. [He's falling asleep, worn out from his fit.]

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[He hummed, softly, curling his fingers around the fabric of Dirk's shirt and idly pawing at him with his thumb.] Sometimes I wonder.

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Hmmm. [It's a pleased sound, quiet, and he shifts a little.] I think I'm falling asleep on you, chap.

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[He considers this for a while, then finally nods.]

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[Once they're up, he looks up at Dirk and smiles, himself, standing on his toes to put their lips together.] ...thank you.

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[Wow he's tired. He was sleeping and then he cried his face off for like fifteen minutes. So much tired. How does he even deal.]

[He leans into Dirk's embrace and slips his arm around the blonde's waist as he shuffles.]

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[Jake blinks up at him.]

...Ah, do you want mine?

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[Jake pretty much immediately goes in for cuddles.]

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[Flop. He chuckles softly and burrows partway under Dirk, leeching warmth.]

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[He squirms, ticklish, and tries to burrow further under him.]