He fell asleep a couple of hours ago, but you’re still wide awake. It’s well past midnight, and you’ve been staring at the wall for hours on end, thoughts swirling around in quick succession because you don’t want to linger on one for too long. They were eating at you again, and you didn’t want to wake Davesprite up for this, especially since he’s the reason for a majority of them.
You carefully maneuver yourself out of his arms, shivering slightly when you lose the warm contact. He’s been keeping you warm this entire time. One of the blankets you’ve had piled on you gets taken; he wouldn’t mind, he was plenty warm on his own. A faint smile makes its way onto your lips, because Davesprite’s actually sleeping on the bed this time instead of in his nest because you had asked him to cuddle with you there, unable to give him the courtesy to move to his nest because of the cold. You knew he didn’t really like sleeping on beds much, but he put up with it anyway. You’d like to think that he did that for you.
With that thought, the smile slips from your face, and the blanket gets wrapped around your shoulders as you pad out of the room. Using your phone to send him a message, you tell him you’ll just be on the porch, in case he suddenly panics when he wakes and finds you gone. Not that you’re all that convinced he would panic, but for some reason, he seemed really scared of the idea of you leaving him after everything that happened last night.
It’s a lot colder outside. You draw the blankets tighter about you before curling up in a chair, drawing your knees up to your chest, and staring out at the view from the treehouse.
He said he didn’t love you back.
At least, not yet.
He just likes you.
He said he could, but not just yet. Maybe over time. He said he really believed he could. You’re not entirely convinced, but you still held onto that; desperately clinging to that thought, only because he said he didn’t love you back, but you still loved him anyway.
You don’t know why he still kept you around though, after that shitstorm you caused. Hearing him say that hurt like a bitch, similar to when your timeline’s John rejected you, but different because at least Davesprite let you hope. He didn’t quite outright reject you.
…Then again, you don’t know if that’s a good thing either.
You’re just maybe a little too convinced that he’s just holding onto you like that so you wouldn’t leave, because he’s gotten attached to you, but not the way you were attached to him.
Tears were starting to well up in your eyes. You’ve been thinking about it too long again, and you learned that this would happen every time you did that. Your chest still ached just from remembering what had happened.
You stay curled up there on the porch for the rest of the night, occasionally shivering a bit from the cold, staring out in the distance until the sun started to peek over the horizon.
You still felt completely awful, even when you smiled and snuggled up to him like nothing happened earlier that day.
Davesprite had warned you that he gets attached to people too quickly, but that was nothing compared to how quickly you managed to fall for him.