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“It’s cool man, no worries. If I’m gonna slam into someone, might as well be you, heh.” He smiled a little, gently, so John would feel better. Dirk always got the sense that he overthought things, so he’d been trying to make an effort to calm him down a little. Poor thing seemed very tightly wound, but Dirk knew it wasn’t his fault. 

He looked John over and put an arm around him, sighing happily, “Next stop, breakfast town, yeehaw,” he smiled, starting to walk to the door. “You look cute, by the way. I like that color on you. Oh yeah, and did you want to take my motorcycle, or would you feel more comfortable in the car?” 

Weak laugh followed; yeah, suppose it best be John and not someone else. Even though a stiff breeze could take the boy out these days. Which was ironic. Heh. Dave would appreciate that.

He did feel a little more at ease with the arm around him, hesitantly curling his own around Dirk’s waist. “I’m excited. I haven’t been out to eat in… a long time, actually.” He blew a puff of air, getting some bangs out of his face. “I like cooking and a home-cooked meal, but I love diner breakfast.” He hear the compliment and blushed immediately. Goddang, and these were lazy clothes. “Th-thank you,” he murmured, looking up at him. Oh, huh? Mouth widened a little, corner ticking up in a meek smile. “I didn’t… know you had a motorcycle.” Dirk just got ten more cool points.