You are now Dave one hour after Vriska grinned at a silent gathering, 59 minutes after Karkat pushed her off of him, 58 minutes after he grabbed the paper and ripped it up in to tiny little pieces, 57 minutes after Gamzee pushed Terezi off of his lap, 56 minutes after she ran out of the room crying, 55 minutes after Gamzee stormed out of the room, 54 minutes after Karkat yelled at Vriska and ran after Gamzee, 53 minutes after you decided you had enough of this bullshit and left the room yourself, 52 minutes after Rose met you at the door and decided you needed to have a little chat, and 38 minutes after that monstrosity ended.

You are Dave, now, after all of that.

And you are standing outside of Terezi's door.

You run your hand through your hair, bracing yourself for what is sure to be an agonizingly long and painful feelings jam. You knock on the door and press your ear to it.

"What do you want?" She yells, her voice muffled by the door.

"Rez, can I come in?"

"Go away!"

"Please? I want to talk."

"No! Leave me alone!"

You sigh and turn the doorknob anyways, letting yourself in and closing the door behind you Terezi is sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, her back to you. She hops to her feet when she smells you and before you can do anything, she has you pinned against the back of the door, her claw-like nails digging into your throat.

You spot her glasses on the floor. Her blank red eyes are squinted in anger as she snarls.

"I said leave me alone!"

You look at her calmly, not saying anything. Then you reach up and remove your own shades. You watch as she smells the red in your eyes, not only from your irises. Her hand loosens on your throat as her own solid red eyes fill with tears.

She sinks down to the floor and rests her head in her hands. You sit down beside her and hold out your arms. She hesitates for a moment before leaning into your chest, sobbing. You sit there for who knows how long (you actually do: 13 minutes and 26 seconds) before she stops shaking so violently. You gently pet her hair.

"I'm sorry Rez. I told you then and I'm telling you now. If it were up to me, I would wish I'd never even met you. Wait. Fuck. That came out wrong. I mean I wish I'd met you but that I didn't like you. Well, not like, not like you, I don't want to hate you or… shit. What I'm trying to say is—"

"Dave shut up"

"What?"

"Shut up, you're starting to sound like Kanaya. I get what you're trying to say."

"Oh."

You sit there awkwardly for a couple more minutes (4 to be exact) with Terezi's face still buried in your shirt. You figure this has less to do with the fact that she doesn't want to look at you and more so with the fact that she is probably getting high off of your red god tier pajamas.

"So… are we cool now?" You ask. She looks up at you, smiling, and thumps you on the forehead.

"Yea cool kid, we were always cool."

You sigh in relief and slip your shades back over your eyes. There's no use risking anyone else walking in and seeing something they never should have. Terezi pouts.

"Why did you cover up your eyes? I was enjoying them."

"You've been getting off on my eyes this whole time haven't you?"

"Maybe."

You shove her playfully, rolling your eyes behind your shades. She cackles softly and falls back, stretching out across the floor.

"You going to patch things up with Makara?" You ask.

She nods.

"I guess I have to explain what happened. You wouldn't mind right?"

You sigh. It would totally ruin your reputation, though you figure your reputation's already been ruined enough. What's a little more light tarnishing?

"Yea Rez. Go and fix everything with your psycho clown boyfriend. I'll always be here if you need a platonic bro dude to chill with."

You can't help but say this a little ironically. You love seeing her happy, but you'd love it more if she were happy in your arms. You know that's not going to happen though. She seems to sense your hidden words.

"Don't worry Strider, someone's going to love the cool kid."

She sits up and in the most platonic fashion, kisses you lightly on the cheek. You know it's platonic and she knows it's platonic so everything should be hunky-dory and platonic as fuck.

Unfortunately, the clown standing in Terezi's doorway does not realize how fucking platonic this shit hole affection-fest is.

It is safe to say that you are screwed.

John, find Vriska.

Headcannon time! This is a really dumb headcannon that I have but I love it anyways. Jade can see everything in space because she is the witch of space, so why can't Dave see time? Or feel it. Or something. I don't know that was a horrible explanation of my reasoning but basically Dave is constantly keeping track of time whether he wants to or not. It's kind of an involuntary thing that probably acts up more when he is nervous.

Also, happy thanksgiving! If you don't live in the US and/or think thanksgiving is stupid for whatever reason (perhaps you have obnoxious relatives that come over every year or find the prospect of a holiday completely centered around glutinously stuffing one's mouth with an absurd amount of food in the general American fashion idiotic and disgusting)then happy generic Thursday! :)