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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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He misinterpreted it. Dirk was tired of arguing, and Jake kept arguing. Dirk was, by extension, tired of him. And who wouldn't be? Some bumbling buffoon of a creature with no real brain, forgetful of what was important, rude and ignorant, it was a wonder it hadn't happened sooner. He curled in on himself and put his hands back over his eyes, holding his breath to keep from breaking down all over again. Dirk was probably tired of that, too.

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He listened, even if he sort of hiccuped and stuttered for a while before he managed to breathe normally again, hands still pressed into his eyes. The pressure made his vision white out a bit, but that was okay.

"Sorry," he said quietly, and left it at that.

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Nothing was really making sense, and Jake wasn't sure it was going to start doing so anytime soon, so he just shifted a little.

"Do you want some space?" he asked, idly, determining whether he'd curl up and just sort of stop, right there on the building, or go elsewhere before he did.

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Jake was hesitant to offer one, really, but he scooted closer to Dirk again anyway. He curled up, on his side somewhere near Dirk's abdomen, reaching forward and gently gathering a handful of his shirt to hold onto. He was quiet for a long time.

"Tell me to shove off if you want me to, then," he intoned.

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He was still for a long time, oddly soothed by Dirk's hand on his hair. He bit his lip after a moment, realizing how unfair the whole thing was, but not really caring enough to stop. He shifted again, drawing himself closer and putting his arm fully around Dirk's middle, pressing his face into his side.

"I hope you'll be all right," he said quietly.

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It was an unexpected response, but he didn't mind, overall. In fact, he pressed his face into Dirk's collarbone and swarmed the smaller boy with his arms, settling a hand in his hair.

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If this was still allowed with Dirk having made the executive decision to break up, Jake supposed he was a little more okay with the set up. He didn't really know what he'd do if he weren't allowed to hug Dirk anymore. Feelings aside, Jake English was a hugger.

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Jake wouldn't have handled that terribly well, so he's pretty glad for this turnout. He's not taking it romantically, just laying there cradling his friend because they're both pretty in need of a hug after the shit they've put each other through. He closed his eyes over again, his head suddenly throbbing, and let himself drift off into something that might have resembled sleep.

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It took him a while, but Jake actually managed to pass right the hell out and sleep for a few hours, huddled there. When he woke up his glasses were smashed funny against his face and he sat up, stuttering blearily and reflexively pulling Dirk closer to him to preserve warmth.

"Didn't mean to nod off, there," he mumbled.

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What a fucking cutie. ...Not that Jake was making this assessment or anything, especially not with a sort of glum shame in the back of his mind because Dirk had always been cute, but the suddenness of not being able to act on it left a bit of a sickness in the pit of his stomach. But he passed it off as grogginess and cleared his throat, relatively happy to hunker back down into cuddles.

"...yeah," he offered blithely after a moment.

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Jake was quiet and still over the thought, pursing his lips after a moment and looking up at the now shadesless Strider.

"...I suppose maybe I'd like that," he offered, just as cautiously. "Maybe it's just the stress of our situation not allowing us to have the presence of mind for others, or something." Who was he kidding, he'd never had the presence of mind for others. He looked away from Dirk's eyes again, almost as quickly as he'd looked up.

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Before he had a chance to talk himself out of it, Jake shifted and craned his neck to tap his lips to Dirk's eyebrow, and then bury his face in his hair to avoid looking at him.

"I'm learning. Slowly, but it's happening."

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"I suppose that's accurate," he breathed. "It's presumptuous of me to assume I'm actually learning, given my track record with intelligence." He nosed Dirk's hair idly, trying to soothe him.