You think it’s sort of ironic that on the very anniversary of him dying for all of you, his dreams are peaceful.
You think he would find that funny. You wont tell him that.
You’re careful not to wake him, fingertips gentle against the scars on Dirks neck. But that was a might scare, you know? Dirk literally losing his head, and think of the last conversation you would’ve shared with him?
The last words you would’ve exchanged.
What a damned stupid fool you were.
But then, he would say something similar about himself, wouldn’t he?
Of course you’re gosh darned fucking grateful to have him safe in your bed. What a scare. You thank your lucky stars that Dave was there to help him. Something you’re still working on after all these years. You’re helping one another now, you’re recovering together.
You need him like he needs you. And that’s enough.
