Summary: Dave opens a club. Bro and John go to the opening night, but Bro doesn't feel right.
Mentions of last chapter's sadstuck.
It's two months later. John is coming out his shell again and being more social. Dave's invited the two of you to the opening of his first club, and he actually agreed.
You get ready together. He's more dressed than he has been in a while, and you give him a kiss.
"You don't need to do this, you know. Dave would understand."
He shakes his head. "I need to start doing stuff." He gives you a weak smile.
You head out a little later than intended, and when you show up the club is packed. You show your passes that Dave gave you to get past the line, and head inside.
The place isn't bad. John immediately heads towards the bar, and with a sigh you follow him. You don't want this to turn into a problem.
He gets himself tipsy right away, and he seems brighter. More like his usual self. He agrees to dance with you, and soon your bodies are moving together to the blaring bass.
But it doesn't feel right.
You continue dancing, but the feeling of wrongness still lingers. After a while, you pull him off the floor.
"Dirk?" he asks, his speech a little slurred. You just pull him out of the club and drive him home.
You grab a docking station and take him up to the roof of your apartment, plugging in your phone. You put on a song that's slow and soft and take him in your arms. You move his feet on top of yours.
You dance.
His head buries itself into your chest, his arms looping around your neck.
"Dirk?"
You hum.
"Thank you."
You breath out. "Your welcome. I love you."
"I love you too."
He says it honestly, not in the robotic way he's been doing recently. You kiss his forehead. "Lets go to bed."
He doesn't have nightmares that night.