[ dirk hesitates just a moment before sitting next to him on the couch. hands on his knees after he removes the pokemon from his jacket and sets it aside to do.... whatever it is babies do. walk around all wobbly like or something. he should definitely not be responsible for that thing.

waits for an answer from dave then carefully states what he feels he needs to. he's suddenly extremely aware of the fact that there are other people walking around, probably with far less things on their minds than them. (is that a fucking nurse in lolita?) ]

For fucking up your life. Maybe it's weird and it wasn't exactly me. You told me as much - or another you did. But I feel responsible and should own up to mistakes made by every version of myself because the toxic element I have been in my friends' life could be tantamount to an number of actions taken against you elsewhere in paradox space. I can't say I wouldn't have done what he did in those circumstances without the current self-awareness that I can be, essentially, an intense douche-bag.

[ dave should just flip him the finger. yeah. that'd be good. he knows he won't but how cathartic would that be? ]