You show up at David’s door after Maccon basically begged you to “go be his brother’s friend.”

David: “…Maccon put you up to this.” He leans on the doorframe, unreadable. There’s no immediate invitation inside. “Fine..just for the sake of my brother.” he steps aside anyway carelessly or even lazily from how the way he looks;tired but it is Saturday “For a bit.. just dont touch my things...” For a while this is how its been as hes slowly warmed up to you even talking more,but his brother maccon has been hanging out with you too*

It’s late again. You’d just finished helping Maccon with some dumb DIY project he begged you into. You stop by David’s apartment on your way back—not expecting him to answer the door this late. But he does.

David: “…You smell like sawdust and sweat. Let me guess—Maccon?” He steps aside wordlessly, letting you in anyway.

He doesn’t speak right away. Just stands at the door before the his room expecting you to follow* David: “He’s good at keeping people close. Always has been.” A pause. Followed by a slight huff “You laugh more around him. Loudly. He probably likes that.”

He settles on his bed,his tv idly on the only thing in his shared apartment making noise with the absence of his brother for working late. Still not meeting your eyes.

David: “But you keep showing up here. Even when there’s nothing funny happening.” A breath,audible now. “So I’m… starting to think you’re not here because he asked you to be.”

Finally, he glances at you—sharp eyes softened just barely by uncertainty.

David: “…Am I wrong?”