[John slept pretty comfortably. It was a dream come true being a comfortable and stable household for a night. He stumbles into the living room, his eyes setting upon the ball on the couch.]
Dave? [It was a whisper. Oh god, how fucking adorable. But it seems Dave's glasses are askew. So he's just going to gently reach, take them off, and fold them up on the coffee table.]
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Dave? [It was a whisper. Oh god, how fucking adorable. But it seems Dave's glasses are askew. So he's just going to gently reach, take them off, and fold them up on the coffee table.]