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Dave: Fix It.

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He always had a way of smiling that showed off his buck teeth in all their glory. Not that it was ever really quite that dramatic, but Dave had always liked to make it seem like it was.

He was smiling like that right now, as Dave approached, the dark tentacles still twisting around him. Neither boy paid much attention to it, as if oblivious.

John couldn’t know what Dave was intending to do. He instead babbled on and on about how cool it was that he could do the windy thing, how excited he was to meet everyone all together, how he adored his daughter Casey, woah he didn’t realize Dave actually had an actual accent like an actual Texan accent from Texas, wow!

Dave agreed, poker face a little softer as a smile threatened to come through. John looked happy, babbling away excitedly, but he could see the hurt in his eyes, the age.

He asked him how he was holding up.

“What do you mean, Dave? I just told you, I--”

“No, man. How are you holdin’ up?”

John’s smile seemed to fall just a little bit, but he simply reassured him that he was just fine. He’d be okay; they all would!

Yes, Dave agreed silently, they would.

“Hey, bro. Wanna see somethin’ cool?”

Of course he did.

So Dave concentrated until he can see those sky blue gears, see John’s timelines, reached out to his tables, spinning, spinning--

John tilted his head in confusion, smile dropping just a little. “Dave?”

Their surroundings were beginning to shift, to blur, a whirl of colour. The wind had picked up and was thrashing about them, as if they were in the eye of the storm.

.:.THE FIRST SIGNS OF CHAOS, SURELY.:.

“Don’t worry, man, I’m gonna fix it. Gonna make it so it don’t hurt anymore. It’ll be all better, Egbert.”

He watched as John’s eyes widened, appearing blank, a pale, muted blue. It hurt a little to see that, but he knew it’d be better in the end.

He watched as John relived his memories, could see them blurring together. It must be maddening...

At least he was alive.

Dave put his forehead to John’s, hands on his shoulders, voice low. “Don’t sweat it, bro. Keep chill. You ain’t gonna be alone much longer, kay? Just stay here where it’s safe.”

John didn’t answer, the look of confusion and loss strong in his blank eyes.

{at least hes alive}