Dirk watched the younger, giving him a little more space but keeping with the contact. Poor John. He wished there was more that he could do. Being here was the most important thing, and he tried to comfort himself with that.
He couldn’t help a warm smile as John’s cuddles, feeling his body cozied up beside him. “I absolutely can,” he smiled, wrapping an arm securely around him and beginning to rub his back.
The blond closed his eyes a moment before looking to John, “You know what I think? I think this kitten idea is really fucking grand. Because if you think about it, it’s adorable no matter what. You’re small, kittens are small, it’s so much fucking kawaii. And then I’m all muscley and pretend-buff which makes it instantly adorable when I play with tiny animals. ‘Specially kittens. And, us spoiling our kitten is really cute. If someone told me that they and their partner spoiled their fluffy kitten, I’d definitely think they were adorable.”
John always felt so damn bad for being so upset around Dirk. It was practically the basis of their relationship, and that… wasn’t exactly a good thing. Sure, it worked out - it got them together and happy, but… He always felt guilty.
But he liked this - the closeness, the fact that Dirk would always, always pick him up whenever he needed it. Mm. He really hoped he did something in return.
When addressed, he glanced up at him, smiling a little as he heard his voice. It calmed him, considerably, and he rest against him a little further, listening quietly. By the end of it he was blushing and burying his face against the blonde, smiling a little more.
“I’m so excited to get a kitten. Especially with you. And we are definitely adorable.” He leaned up to kiss his cheek. “You jerk. Making me smile all dumb. I’m supposed to be sad about stuff.”
The older man took the glasses, folding them and setting them on the nightstand so they wouldn’t get crushed or lost. He wrapped both arms around John tightly, squeezing him and then letting go to rub his back and gently play with his hair, “I don’t think you’re stupid at all.” He leaned down and pecked the top of John’s head. “It’s alright to feel things and need some comfort. I love you man, that’s what I’m here for.” Calloused hands paused on his back and after a moment he said, “Is there anything I can do for you to make you feel a little better?”
He sighed again at the attention to his back and hair, unwilling to move himself much from where he was, aside being tugged around by Dirk. That was okay. Lazily, his arms curled around him and he shifted a little more onto his side, legs folded up nearly to his chest in a half-fetal position.
“Mmf.” At least!!! At least he’d kept himself from crying. Then he’d probably feel even stupider. He almost had started. He was just shaking a little. “I love you, too."
When the hands stopped he picked his head up, rubbing his eyes a little before scooting forward more, tucking himself under Dirk’s arm to rest his head on his shoulder, curled up against his side. "Can you. Just talk to me? I like it when you talk to me. I like listening to your voice. A-and maybe… you can rub my back some more?”
Dirk sat up in bed eagerly awaited his lover—it didn’t look like John was having a good night, and he just wanted to be there for him and comfort him in any way that he could. He set his laptop aside, sipping his own mug of hot chocolate.
Throwing his phone at the end of the couch, he practically crawled upstairs. To the bedroom. Into the bed. Under the covers. He took off his glasses and practically shoved them at Dirk, face-planting into his chest with a sigh.
“This is stupid,” he muffled quietly, “I’m stupid.”
i’m so glad that we can make this happen. i’m so happy that like—we’ve both been sad for a while but together we can face anything and now we’re feeling pretty hella, and there’s a kitten in the works.
and yes dearest, you can absolutely name it.
i’m really excited! i’m glad for all that stuff, too. really glad.
this kitten will be our wonderful little child.
and hooray. i want to name or harold or spengler or something. in honour of my favourite ghostbuster passing. ):
