Mako's Message: This is the first time since chapter 15 of this story that I didn't have to delete a document to upload a new one, and for that I apologize. I'd explain more, but honestly it'd just sound like whining.
I do know that if I have even a shred of self respect or desire to call myself a writer, then I need to god damn write.
Sometimes it's hard to explain just why I like Dave so much.
There are times where we're hanging out with our friends and joking around and having fun, or when we're alone and talking about things we can't talk about with anyone else, and it seems easy. We have fun together. We can talk to each other. We share a secret.
But then there are the times when we're taking a break from training, or relaxing after a night out watching TV, and I end up leaning into or laying across him. Or he'll lose track of time in the mornings, and I'll go up to his room and find him beating the hell out of his heavy bag to the rhythm of some song he's blasting, and I'll just stand there in the door and watch him until he notices me. And there was tonight, where he tried on his armored suit for the first time and he was posing in the mirror. He looked like such total dork, but I just couldn't take my eyes off him. And even though I was laughing at him I have to admit he did look good in it.
It's moments like that that just make me so happy to be near him. I just end up wishing the moment could last forever. And I just can't explain why.
I can't explain why just a glance from him can tell me a joke.
I can't explain why the closer I sit to him the further away he feels.
I can't explain why when he puts an arm around me, or when I rest my head against him, I start wanting to go to sleep.
I don't get it. I really don't. But I love it. I love him. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
