[ Dave saw the message not long after John did, but he assumed (correctly) that John saw it first, and despite wanting to check in on the girl, himself, he thought it was probably better to give the lovebirds their happy reunion alone.
So it's a good while later that he finally slips into the hotel room, himself, knocking softly at the doorframe as he enters. He stops to regard the sight of John finally sleeping before he looks up at his sister. ]
[[She is simply trapped in his sleeping death grip, but doesn't seem to mind it too much. Though the knock gets her attention and she glances over, offering him a little wave and...awfully relieved smile.]]
[ Dave remains serious, unsmiling, but he exhales a little when she smiles at him. He hadn't even realized how worried he was, not until she was sitting here in front of him, awake and alive and apparently not permanently scarred.
He closes the door behind him and comes to sit beside her, glancing down at John. ]
Figured I'd give you two a happy little reunion, first, instead of cockblocking the poor kid.
[[She continues checking that shoulder, then further down his arm. Eyes no longer on his face but following her hand as she just...makes sure it's real. And actually attached.]]
I already know well that he has received little sleep, and likely little food, while I was out. What about yourself?
[ He tracks her gaze with his own, but doesn't stop her or question her. Even if she's acting a little strange, she sounds lucid, so he's not looking any gift horses in the mouth, here. ]
About as much sleep as him and as much food as you.
[ Somehow, the strength in her hand is a relief. He rolls his eyes away from her all the same. ]
It's not like I eat that much to begin with.
[ He could defend the sleep deprivation, too, but it boils down to 'I had trouble sleeping, not knowing if you'd be okay,' so he decides to let it slide. ]
[[She leaves that arm alone and moves to check the other, again starting with the shoulder.]]
Which merely means you are that much more of a moron for eating even less, as you barely have much to start with to sustain yourself in such an incident. Can't leave either of you alone for long, can I? Both need someone there to ensure you stay at least mildly healthy.
[[With a snort, she looks away, trying to hide her worry behind a huff.]]
Not yet, no. John had ordered room service, which I packed away within the fridge, but once I laid down with him I have not had the chance to get back up.
[[She gestures to his death grip on her, though knows it's probably obvious enough without needing to be pointed out.]]
[[She's finally done checking your other arm and allows her hand to fall. She seems...a little skeptical, but at least a little more content with your condition.]]
It'll be like Moses parting the Red Fucking Sea if we manage to get him detached once.
[ But he's not going to argue with anything Rose wants right now, so he's looking around for a pillow. He snags one nearby and contemplates John's arms around Rose. ]
[[She nods, and after a moment of thought, does her best to squiggle from his grasp. Using his ticklishness once or twice to her advantage, she finally manages. Now it's your turn to give him the pillow before his seeking arms find either of you, Dave.]]
So it's a good while later that he finally slips into the hotel room, himself, knocking softly at the doorframe as he enters. He stops to regard the sight of John finally sleeping before he looks up at his sister. ]
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I was wondering when you'd finally come back.
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He closes the door behind him and comes to sit beside her, glancing down at John. ]
Figured I'd give you two a happy little reunion, first, instead of cockblocking the poor kid.
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How sweet of you, Dave. I am sure he appreciates it.
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Yeah, he'd better.
[ Unspoken (and staying that way) is how badly Dave wanted to rush over here right away. ]
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I already know well that he has received little sleep, and likely little food, while I was out. What about yourself?
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About as much sleep as him and as much food as you.
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...idiot.
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It's not like I eat that much to begin with.
[ He could defend the sleep deprivation, too, but it boils down to 'I had trouble sleeping, not knowing if you'd be okay,' so he decides to let it slide. ]
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[[She leaves that arm alone and moves to check the other, again starting with the shoulder.]]
Which merely means you are that much more of a moron for eating even less, as you barely have much to start with to sustain yourself in such an incident. Can't leave either of you alone for long, can I? Both need someone there to ensure you stay at least mildly healthy.
[[With a snort, she looks away, trying to hide her worry behind a huff.]]
...you're lucky I care.
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Have you eaten since you woke up?
[ He's betting no. ]
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[[She gestures to his death grip on her, though knows it's probably obvious enough without needing to be pointed out.]]
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If you want, we can give him the slip. Let him cuddle me while you grab something to eat.
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[[She's finally done checking your other arm and allows her hand to fall. She seems...a little skeptical, but at least a little more content with your condition.]]
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[ But he's not going to argue with anything Rose wants right now, so he's looking around for a pillow. He snags one nearby and contemplates John's arms around Rose. ]
Let's slip him the pillow.
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