I wish that I believed in fate, I wish I didnāt sleep so late
It takes an embarrassingly sort time for him to call for help, and though heāll dwell on that later, particularly angry at himself, for now he canāt do anything else about it. Itās done.Ā
That thing is still stuck to his wall, screaming at him, threatening to give him another bowl cut if he doesnāt let him up.Ā
Badou canāt talk to him, it, whatever. Has only glanced at him after the initial shocking meeting from the corner of his eye, too busy sitting on the floor behind his couch where he canāt see him, knees up to his chest.Ā
This canāt be real. Heās either lost it, or this is some kind of trick or....or something. He doesnāt know. The sooner someone can confirm or deny they can see him, the better. Because it canāt really be him, the real Dave. Thereās no way heāll accept this.
(despite how very, very much his aching heart wants him to)Ā
It takes him a moment to realize thereās a knocking at his door, and it isnāt a raven tapping at his...however that poem goes.Ā
Heās never been happier to see Xigbar in his life.