Dave tells you that in his present, the two of you are good friends, that things get better with your self esteem, that you grow up to be successful.
He cant tell you much else, because it might change the timeline that he’s from. You understand. You’re just happy he comes to visit you.
Someday the two of your timelines will intersect and he’ll be a daily thing, he says.
You can't wait.
You want to scoop him into your arms and whisper sweet ironic nothings into his ear and tell him that your home has always been where he is because ‘home is where the heart is, herp derp.’ You doubt he’d take it the way you want him too, but in a perfect world John would swoon and tell you that you are the ‘Cameron Poe of his dreams’ or some shit, and then he’d lean in for a kiss, and the screen would fade to black.
Damn, maybe you should go into the movie industry.