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Dirk got up out of bed, throwing on a tank top and glancing at himself in the mirror, already having on some black jeans. He smiled a little, adjusting his shades and heading out of his room, grabbing the keys and running into John, almost literally. “Woah, sorry dude, I guess I should pay better attention to where I’m going. You all set?” 

John luckily skidded to a halt an inch before impact, blinking up at Dirk in a startled way. “S-sorry!” he stammered, hands up with palms flat defensively. “N-no, it’s okay, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” He smiled a little weakly up at him. He was in a dark blue hoodie that kinda accentuated his eyes, track sorta pants, and a super old t-shirt under it. He didn’t have his favourite shirt (to be honest he probably left it at Derek’s which upset him a little) and he needed to actually get all his stuff from his dad’s still to put back into his old house and… Nnf. No time for that now.

“Yeah. I’m all set.” He did his best to smile up at him a little better; after all, he’d done so much for John. The least the kid do was look like it’d helped.