-Trying to calm himself down and starts tearing up- D-Dave, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… -turns back to the counter and starts furiously cleaning again, trying hard not to cry-
Are you really going to cry again!? /panics visibly, now getting to his feet and rushing over to Balthazar, looking worried Balthazar, seriously, are you okay? You’re worrying me…!
-slams the rag on the counter and glares over at Dave- What exactly are you insinuating?!
/flinches!! … It was just a harmless comparison…!
I’m perfectly fine. -frowns, trying to get out a particularly stubborn mark on the counter- Why do you ask?
… because you’re acting like my mom when it’s sale day at WalMart.
-huffs- Really now, David, is there any need to be like this? You’re here, you’re safe, and you’re well, so nothing else really matters. I’m just… thirsty… -rushes into the kitchen, starts getting the pot ready then notices the counter needs to be cleaned and starts cleaning instead-
… And you’re doing the chores the seven dwarves did except you aren’t seven dwarves and you’re just one guy. /furrows his brows, watching Balthazar curiously You sure you’re okay? I mean, you seem… kinda off, and I just came from the hospital, so that’s sayin’ something.
-Can’t help thinking that he’s way more emotional than usual and Dave for some reason didn’t seem to notice this- … Well… I’m going to just… Um… -quickly gets up- Make tea. Would you like some? -still looks sickly himself, but already knows he’s not actually sick-
… /purses his lips, looking up at Balthazar with some kind of disbelief … I think I’m more worried about you than myself… You—you were just crying, and suddenly… tea…
-Watching Dave for a moment before hugging him tightly, trying hard not to cry into his shoulder- Dammit… I hate this, being so emotional… -Squeezes his eyes shut, wondering if he should tell Dave exactly what’s going on with him-
You’re human… /frowns a bit, but is all in all relieved that Balthazar doesn’t hate him; holding his Master close … I think it’s part of the species description.
I thought you’d left me. -sits on the floor, looking defeated- Or that you died or SOMETHING. I didn’t know what happened to you, you were just gone. -wiping his eyes furiously-
!! /surprised, Dave quickly rushes over, crouching down in front of him Balthazar, you—you know I wouldn’t do something like that, I—!!
I’m sorry I didn’t get to say anything… /bites on his lower lip, pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and moving as if to dab on the man’s tears before stopping, not sure if it was in his power … I didn’t have a choice. I think Bennet rushed me there, and… I guess he didn’t tell you…
-Finally stops because he’s run out of books he’s willing to ruin to hurt Dave- -huffing and looking like he’s about to cry-
/puts down his shield, still looking a little frightened; before his eyes widen in worry Balthazar…? What—what’s wrong now…? I—I’m really sorry, did—was I supposed to let a book hit me? Did I do something worse? /swallows
What was I supposed to do?! -throwing books at Dave- You get sick and you can’t even tell me that you’re in the hospital!??!?
/creates a shield to protect himself I couldn’t even stay conscious long enough to dial! /winces, feeling the pressure of each blow indirectly I’m really… I’m really sorry, Balthazar!! I didn’t mean to be out, I thought it was a regular fever, but it lasted so long, and—
-frown- Why would you think that? -turned away from him-
Well, what you’re doing is kind of reinforcing my paranoid thoughts, and you know how paranoid I get.