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That was kind of the thing; Dirk wasn’t too hung up on appearances. Of course, it was true that a well-tailored suit could drive him to his knees, there was something about more comfortable clothes that just…they were nice. He liked the idea of casualty. 

“Aw shucks,” he smiled gently, squeezing his hand gently, “I’m flattered, but perfect I certainly am not. And trust me, you don’t throw anything at me that I can’t handle.” John seemed so nervous, it really was kind of adorable. Dirk couldn’t help but think it was cute whenever someone got nervous around him. Truthfully, he didn’t see any reason for that kind of intimidation. “Yeah, you. Who else but you, man? I’m honestly surprised you didn’t catch on earlier." 

John still had some of his suits left over from the game. Heh. …heh. John was casual pretty often. Heck, he really liked his godtier outfit. It was probably the comfiest thing he had. He guessed it was mostly because it was game magicy stuff and it was perpetually comfortable and never faded.

But… John was… pathetic. Very much that. If he was being honest he was still hung up on a lot of things that he’d probably never be able to let go of. It upset him to think that someone could find something to like in him - Dirk could find someone so much better than him. But John was a lonely, desperate kid, and the notion of affection and, if he was gonna be hopeful about it, maybe… stuff beyond that. His blush darkened. "I… I didn’t think you…” Helpless laugh. “Man, I’m really fucking oblivious.” For someone that was so hell-bent on being loved he sure was shit at noticing when people had… a thing for him.