[Dave will totally admit that things have been kind of. Weird. In the new universe. It hadn't become sunshine and roses overnight, isolation fucks with you, it feels right to stick with the clique you've been stuck with for years and he's not even sure how to begin talking about some things with John.

Really, from the get go, he wanted to go straight back to where they were at. Best friends, dumb shenanigans, totally disregarding the emotionally heavy shit around them. Boy stuff.]

I'm not happy to be on permanent vaycay here, don't get me wrong, but I don't think I hate everything about it. Yet. [He furrows his brows as he thinks about it.] Y'know, change of scenery? Nice. New people? Nice. Free food? Nice. Sex-laced shenanigans everywhere you go? Not sure how to feel. Kind of wished I got to choose my crazy alternate-universe prison.