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HARDEST WORDS TO SAY
Sometimes the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

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01. I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
Unfortunately, you can't keep lying to your partner/friend/family anymore. You just don't feel the same for them anymore.
02. I WOULD KILL YOU
The person who means so much to you has done something completely unforgivable and now it's time to make sure they know where they stand. You would kill them if you ever got the chance.
03. I LOVE YOU, BUT...
A bittersweet love confession. You know you love this person more than anything, but you're not sure you can give them what they need.
04. I DON'T TRUST YOU
No matter how you feel about this person, you really can't trust them anymore.
05. SACRIFICE
You're going to sacrifice yourself, for the person you're talking with or for the good of all humanity. You want them to know the reasons and that there's no stopping you.
06. TROUBLE
You're in trouble and you might not make it through. You need to let at least one person know how you feel before it's too late though.
07. CRIME CONFESSION
You did something you weren't proud of and now it's time to admit it.
08. DEMONS
We've all got our demons and we've all got our own personal nightmares we have to face, but this time? You can't hold it all back.
09. I'M PREGNANT
... Now's not the best time for it maybe or maybe you're just nervous how your partner will react, but they need to hear it.
10. BETRAYAL
You've betrayed this person and you have to tell them the truth, no more running from it
11. CHEATED
You've been unfaithful and it's time to tell your lover.
12. BROKEN
That's it. You've had it. You are entirely broken and tired of everything.
13. AFRAID
Something has you deathly afraid and you need to talk about it.
14. HELP ME
You need someone to help you, bad. You can't do it alone anymore, you've tried.
15. I'M SORRY
You said something or did something horrible and now it's time to ask for forgiveness.
16. YOU WERE A MISTAKE
Sorry, but whoever you're talking to was the biggest mistake of your life or maybe it was just something you did together.
17. NOT WHO I SAY I AM
You're so far from who they think you are, you need to finally tell the truth.
18. LET'S RUN AWAY
You want to just get out, leave everything behind and be with this one person for the rest of your life.
19. ASHAMED
Either you're ashamed of something they have done or something you did, either way you need to bring it up.
20. CAN'T REMEMBER
The person standing in front of you looks so happy to see you, so relieved, but how do you tell them you can't remember a thing about them?
21. HOW COULD YOU
You don't understand how they could treat you like they have, do what they have done when you've done nothing but be good to them.
22. YOUR CHOICE
Either choose an option from above, mix and match, or make up your own idea.

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They're... they're jealous, that's who they are. Just a bunch of desperate bitches that gimme someplace to crash thinkin' they'll get rich quick if I give 'em a minute of my time.

[ his slurring hits an all-time peak, most of that sentence more of an angry, runny murmur than actual words. ]

You shouldn't care 'cause they're shit, Tav. They got nothing on you so who gives a fuck.

[ Bluh. ]

I don't want to talk about this, when you're drunk, Dave. Or when I'm drunk, which, I think I might be, so... No.

Why the hell not? When else are we ever gonna talk about it.

When we're sober, maybe, would be a good thought.

Yeah well whatever, dude. I ain't sleeping and I don't got anywhere to be until like Friday or some shit so I don't see why you gotta be a martyr and stay out here ignoring me.

Oh my god.

[ He sits up again, whips around to face Dave completely and grits his teeth. ] What else do you want me to talk about, Dave? I waited for you, every night. When I called, strangers answered the phone and said you were sleeping, and told me not to call. The only time you ever called, was to tell me you wouldn't be home, and you were going to go stay with someone else instead. I never said anything because, I wanted to believe that you would realize, how awful it was on your own, and maybe that you would stop, and I could forget about it, because you knew and you were doing it for us and not just, because I told you to. And why I never went with you? You never asked, and I'm probably, beyond bad for your image, and a weak point, so I waited. And thought that maybe, if, I treat him how he treats me, he'll see it and realize it, but no.

[ He clenches his fingers in the sheets. ] You don't get to go off and ignore my calls, and, not talk to me, and then come back and expect everything to be okay. Because, it's not. And it's not fair that I have to do all of these things on your terms.

[ He can't remember the last time he's lost his temper, since when does he have one. His voice breaks, his breathing is ragged. he swallows hard and he's thankful that humans can't see in the dark because he's not a god damn wiggler and doesn't need to get any more flack for crying. When he starts again, it's watery and wavering. ] And maybe, I should have said something but I just kept thinking, I don't know what I'll do, if he's done.

Is that what you want?

[ even waterlogged with 99 proof mini-bottles of pure alcohol Dave follows all of that and, worse, feels something about it. he hates feeling things about all this, or about anything, really. it's the one skill he hasn't managed to master: being inhuman. ]

No, Tav. It's not.

[ There's a hard sniff and he grinds his teeth, rubbing his eyes.

He's got nothing else to say. Nothing. It's all on you, Dave. ]

[ give him a second. he takes a long, deep breath and sits forward in his chair, tries to collect his thoughts, come up with something to say that sounds even remotely sober. maybe Tavros was right (he's made a habit out of that tonight), they should have waited until they were sober. drinking was a shitty idea.

but after maybe a minute or two of silence, he hasn't come up with anything. nothing sounds right, nothing feels right, it's just not right, he can't. this isn't something he rehearsed or could ever rehearse, and without that he's nothing. ]

I don't... got an excuse. 'Cause there isn't one. But I—fuck, you know I wasn't doing that shit just to hurt you, right? Shit, Tav. I still care about you, I wouldn't even come home at all if I didn't. I just...

[ no. you just nothing. ]

I'm sorry.

I know. [ I wasn't doing that shit just to hurt you. That's something he can't say in turn. That's something he should fess up to, if they're laying everything on the line now. ]

I have work tomorrow. [ Not until 5PM but that hardly matters. He tugs the blankets up to his shoulders and tries to maintain this level of cool that he's sure even Vriska would be proud of. ] I don't- If you still want to talk, when you're not drunk, then we can talk. This is important and I think, we should remember this. Because, it decides things.

Yeah alright.

[ decides what. he opts not to think about that, physically blocks it out and drags himself out of the chair, swaying violently and reaching out for the back of the couch to steady himself. ]

[ It's not far, but he's not sure he trusts Dave to make it to safety on his own. The futon's down and even if there's one blanket, he can deal with that. Sleeping in the same bed but being miles apart isn't new. ]

Just, get in.

[ he just stares for a long moment like he doesn't know what Tavros means (and for a second, he doesn't), but then he's just hovering. not something he makes a habit out of. ]

I dunno if I trust myself.

Just get in. [ He moves over, carefully, trying to ignore how everything sways as he caps the bottle and tosses it aside. ] If you fall, and hurt yourself, that would be worse.

[ a sigh—but not an exasperated one—and he makes his way around, holding on to this and that thing for support. once he gets to the futon he lets himself just fall onto it, so thin that it barely shakes anything other than possibly his brain rattling around in his head, ugh ugh ugh. ]

Augh, fuck.

[ Has he always been that thin? When did that even happen. Can't focus on that now. Instead he pulls the blanket over and adjusts the pillows so his horns won't he a problem.

He's laying on his stomach once he's settled, arms folded underneath his head. ] Goodnight, Dave.

[ he takes a few minutes to wriggle around, getting under the blanket and folding one arm behind his head, and then a little longer to shut his eyes and will the world to stop spinning at light speed around him, before he responds. when he does, he reaches over and touches Tavros' shoulder, a super quick pap before he reaches up to bunch up the blankets in his arms and hold onto that, instead. ]

Night.

[ Despite himself he tenses at the touch. And maybe worse, he's disappointed when it's gone. He's used to it now, having driven off every friendly touch Dave offered since this whole fiasco started.

So he sleeps easily. Mostly. The morning will come and he'll find the pillow soaked in brown tears but that's not new or unexpected. ]

[ Dave doesn't sleep nearly as well, but he's always that way when he sleeps at home. the alcohol doesn't help, because he just gets distracted staring at the ceiling, watching it spin. holding up a hand in front of his face and watching it slide in and out of focus. and when that gets boring, just laying there watching Tavros sleep, listening to him breathe.

he feels kind of like a creep for that but whatever, sleeping people can't judge. the only reason he finally cuts that shit out is because the urge to reach out and shake him awake gets pretty strong and like he said, he just can't trust himself. he can't trust that he won't push it and wind up disappointed again, or that he won't push it and just not stop pushing.

honestly Dave isn't sure if he's really that aggressive when he's drunk but he'd rather not find out.

eventually he does pass out for a few hours, though, only to wake up the moment sunlight falls across the pillow. he doesn't get hangovers often and today's no exception, but he still feels sluggish, bleary and miserable, so aside from an agitated grunt and rolling to bury his face in his arm, he's not making any attempt at getting up. ]

Fffffuck.

[ The dreams aren't exactly pleasant. Tavros doesn't toss and turn, but the thoughts on his mind before falling asleep are now impossible to ignore.

It doesn't matter how long he's been on Earth, day time is sleep time still remains deeply enough ingrained in his head to keep him dozing even when the blinding light right across his face. He squirms a little, buries his face deeper in his arms and shifts his head toward the light.

Of course that lifts his horn and Dave by proxy. ]

[ it's been awhile since he got bapped in the face and hoisted off his pillow by an errant horn. there's some half-awake sputtering as Dave tries to roll away, falling half off the futon in the process but grabbing on to the offending horn to keep from falling all the way off. it's the closest thing to a handle there is, okay. he might not even be awake enough to realize it's his horn he's grabbing just yet. ]

Dude, what the hell!

[ So he goes from dreaming to being literally jerked awake and ends up with his face smacking down harder on his arms. There's a startled flail, he twists away and tries to throw the predator off AND

oh it's dave

... uh. ]

[ ... uh.

well now that he has been thoroughly shaken awake and is fully aware of the situation, he's jut going to. slowly let go of Tav's horn, sliding down to the ground on his knees. sure haven't done that in awhile. ]

My bad.

[ It's so familiar it hurts. Kind of literally, actually, he squints against the light and stifles a yawn, rubbing the base of his horn. ]

It's, okay. [ Even if it is unbearably awkward. ]

You kinda flipped me off the bed with it though.

[ not that he's making a massive attempt at getting back up on it. his head's still kind of pounding. ]