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“Can do. It’s doubtful you can annoy me though, I dj for middle and high schoolers on a regular basis. I’ve built up some serious nerves of steel.” He had a good feeling that John would be fine, though. He seemed a little too timid to be annoying.

All Dirk could do was smile, and alright, maybe part of him kinda liked watching John squirm and flounder for words. He watched curiously and wordlessly reached for one of his hands as his talking got a little faster. “You’re fine, John. Really. You look great and honestly, I don’t care what you eat as long as it’s not gonna bother your allergy.” 

The blond paused, taking his words into consideration. He hummed softly, giving the other’s hand a small squeeze before settling on his own words with a little smile. “You think I’m not?”

“Still,” he began quietly, “thank you.”

A quiet, helpless whine was heard from him as Dirk tried to assuage his fears, looking down at himself and whining more. No, he looked like trash. Pretty sure this is what trash looked like. Trash incarnate. He was literally a Trubbish.

John narrowed his eyes and cocked his head, as if the mouthed ‘what’ from him wasn’t enough to state exactly how he felt about what he’d just said. “…no? I don’t? You’re like-” Oh god he was holding his hand oh god oh god his hands were clammy and his fingers were trembling and oh god (he gripped the hand though, quickly, not wanting him to pull it away) - “l-like perfect and really great? You put up with so much shit from me I’m honestly floored that you w-would even…” Incredulous pause. “Me? Really?” Baby blues stared at him intensely. How even.