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This is a generic Jakepost to reply to. Because the meme post was all Jake and has some inconceivable amount of comments now so it doesn't like to load. Have at, my lovelies.

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A sigh, and Jake shifted a little, sitting up and looking rather alarmingly worn and tired. It was a strange expression for him.

"I've never felt the way I do about you for another human being. Ever. You infuriate me, you drive me up the bloody wall and right back down, you're controlling and you're manipulative and I don't know the first thing about what you're ever thinking." He looked up from where he'd been spitting the scalding words into his lap, and fixed Dirk with a wholly confused expression, a little lost, and maybe marginally hurt in a strange, backwards kind of way. "But I've never loved someone the way I love you, Dirk. I've never been so happy to be around someone, to share space and breath and contact. You're overbearing and I didn't know how to tell you to let me be from time to time, but-- bloody fuck, mate, I'm straight-up arse over tea kettle for you for a reason I can't place quote or verbalize. I just wish I could figure out the proper balance to make this not a terrible train wreck of gangly teenager limbs and my horrid orthodontics."

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Now that he was through his ranting, and Dirk was stock still and ramrod straight, Jake deflated a little.

"...I told you you didn't want me to say anything," he offered meekly.

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That... had not been the reaction Jake had been anticipating. His breath caught, startled, and he reached out immediately to put a hand on Dirk's shaking shoulders.

"...bother, chap, this isn't what I meant to happen," he said, smoothing his other hand through Dirk's hair in an attempt to be soothing. "...Dirk..."

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Jake let him have his tantrum, one hand still on his shoulder and the other still in his hair. After he was finished, the islander leaned his person forward and nudged Dirk's hands away from his eyes, pressing his lips between the blonde's eyebrows.

"You can't help who you are, Dirk," he said quietly. "I love you because you've shown me an indubitable amount of kindness, and because you're so much more than what you give yourself credit for." He smoothed his hand back through Dirk's hair again, shifting the hand on his shoulder to tip his chin up in hopes of getting Dirk to look at him. "You're smart-- so smart it scares me, sometimes --and you're calm, you know when to act and when to pull me back by the collar and let me bark like the dimwitted guard dog I can be sometimes." His hand went to Dirk's cheek, where he idly rubbed his thumb to try and clear his face of some of his tears. "...and it certainly helps that you're immensely easy on the eyes, you know." That was meant to be a joke, in hopes of maybe getting Dirk to stop crying.

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And so Jake made to wipe the tears from Dirk's face, gently with his thumb. He was smiling a little, watching him, and snickered at his comment.

"Some people aren't into that," he offered.

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"...you're shaking," Jake commented quietly, shifting so his hand was back on Dirk's shoulder. He kept right on smiling. "Not retarded," he corrected. "Preferences don't make people retarded. Just different."

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Jake's arms went easily around Dirk's middle and he pulled him closer.

"I'm sorry I keep upsetting you," he said.

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"It feels a bit unkind to say it's refreshing to see you emote," he frowned when he said it, squinting his eyes almost closed. "But I don't mind at all." His arms squeezed at him a little, reassuring.

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Dirk please stop being really fucking cute, Jake is having a hard time coping. He butts his head against Dirk's briefly, nodding with an affirmative grunt and nothing more.

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Jake is pretty okay with you letting things out until you're done, considering he's pretty aware of how much you keep under wraps. So he just lets you lean, eyes closed, and sets his cheek atop your hair.

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"Mm," Jake intoned, quietly. He squeezed Dirk a little again, shifting to sit more comfortably.

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You're the one that broke up with him, Dirk, Jake's willing to let you set the pace for how all this goes. So when he finds himself with a Dirk in his lap, he shifts to allow this, keeping one arm around his waist and setting the other on his own thigh.

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The question caught him off-guard, and Jake had to pause for a moment to think about it. He pursed his lips, then nodded.

"I think I would like that, actually."