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“Overstaying your welcome is impossible. I like having you around.” He probably wouldn’t admit it to anyone else. But it was nice. John was a good roommate and honestly, Dirk liked the company. He was more worried about overstaying his own welcome when it came to spending time with him. The blond bit his lip, “I’ll cook for you when we get hungry later. I mean, if we’re not sleepy." 

He could get used to this; on his way to get breakfast food with a cutie all over him. Or…as all over him as he’d probably get. Dirk couldn’t help a smile as he felt John’s face in his back. He went a modest speed down the street; not so much because he was worried about John’s comfort, but more because he wanted to savor every second of this. 

Not that he’d ever admit that. 

This was… all really very nice. Like, exceptionally nice. How Dirk talked and what he said, all the nice things he was talking about doing with and for him. It… gosh. With the exception of Dave, no one had paid this much positive attention to him for a while. It was a little overwhelming. But… not in an entirely bad way.

They hit a few bumps and it startled him, John gripping tighter and gasping a little. Every turn, every jostle - he felt like he’d fall off, or tumble away, and he eventually just… sort-of… clung to him, snuggled tight against his back, cheek resting against him. It pressed his glasses into his face but he didn’t really mind - he closed his eyes anyway, smiling a little. Hands gripped a little bit and… okay. Maybe - maybe - enjoying this wasn’t such a bad thing. If Dirk had a problem with it and told him he’d… he’d apologize. He would. He didn’t want to make him uncomfortable with him.