*Crawls out of my grave*

*Looks over at Invincible*

*Gently places this oneshot on the ground*

I'm sorry I've done like nothing towards you.

*Empathetically buries myself again*

"DAVE!"

His lifeless body drops to the ground, once-white shirt now stained with blood and bullet holes.

"Dave, no! Oh no no no no no!"

You run to him as quickly as you can, ignoring Jack Noir, who doesn't really seem to be up for fighting anymore.

"Dave, oh god, I'm so sorry! I d-didn't realise he'd actually..." You sniff back tears, trying to keep your mind working, but somehow it's all just stopped, "I'm sorry, Dave..."

Jack walks up to you, concern written on his face. He kneels down in front of you with his ears pressed against his head and you can't help but think about Bec, which doesn't really help your bad mood (You remember Dave making a comment just this morning about how you should 'blow Bec's brains out' or something. The irony of the situation almost makes you laugh). The Dersite reaches out a hand slowly, then awkwardly leaves it hovering over your shoulder. He says something about how he didn't want to hurt your feelings and the leftover rage from your not-quite-finished battle comes back.

Adrenaline makes you move to your gun and you point it straight at Jack's head, then, with a scream of rage, you throw it at him instead, making the carapacian transport to watch the scene from a safer distance. You're pretty sure you hurt his feelings, but for once, you can't find it in yourself to care about anyone else.

You eyes move slowly back to Dave, and finally you think of something useful to do. You reach down and gently lift him by the shoulders, wiping as many tears from your eyes as possible with one swipe of the hand. You level Dave's face towards yours and take a deep breath.

Dave would know what happened. He's smart enough to piece two and two together. Would it freak him out? Would he never talk to you again? Or would he take it as a simple action that you did to save his life and leave your feelings unreciprocated. You know for a fact that if you kiss him now, you will never be able to live another day without thinking about it. Dave's been the object of your affections for actual years now, and the fact that you're actually about to kiss him on the mouth...

You hear a whine behind you and you turn to see Jack, looking at you with concern. He doesn't want you to bring Dave back, you can tell that in his eyes, but Jack's feelings are so beyond the things you give a shit about at this point.

You kiss Dave. It's not spectacular, mainly because the other party is dead, and his lips are kind of chapped from the cold weather, but when you get close enough you can tell that he smells like something burning, and his lips taste of apple juice. Not the most poetic experience, you must admit, but you honestly can't think of anything that'd make you love him more.

You break the kiss and bury your head in Dave's hair, managing a few more apologies before turning to Jack. He gives you a sorry look before flying off, towards the top of your house.

You follow him in a heartbeat, grabbing your gun on the way.

Jack Noir has some crimes to pay for.

I'm sorry, this is really bad, but I sort of just needed to get it off my chest y'know.

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