Look at me and my davekat puke spewed all over my computer screen. Prompts being

'Writing fear from the perspective of the opposite gender' and

'Your OTP having a normal conversation, with one of them saying 'I'll see you later!'

And never coming back. '

Welp, here goes.

I'm heading out." You barely comprehend what he means when he says it, it hardly registers.

His puts his hood up over his stupid shades, and it clicks. He's heading out. You push yourself

up in his ridiculously fluffed human bed, holding yourself up by your arms under his covers.

For hardly the first time, you find the words you want to say unable to come out.

"Oh," You rub your eyes, and refuse to recognize the burn behind them. He does, though. He shakes his

head at you, sitting on the edge of the bed. He's too far away for you to be comfortable, so you toss the covers off of you and grab his cape, pulling him down next to you. He makes an exaggerated noise of discontent, pretending to be choking and throwing his arms up. You scowl at him, and he smiles that small half smile you absolutely hate at you.

"Jesus, Princess. I don't have time for a quickie before work. Your

Knight has to go take down a Lord." He kisses your forehead, and you push his mouth away from you with your palm. He licks your hand, and you rub the spit on his cheek.

"I'm a knight too, jackass," Your eyes squint in his direction, and he shrugs and wipes at his freckled face with his sleeve. "I don't see why you have to go and try to take him down yourself, you're probably going to get yourself killed. Let me come with."

"Woah. Woah. Woah woah woah. Absolutely not." He shakes his head, even as he continues to talk. "Look. It's basically been written in the stars that I'm going to fight this guy. It won't be anything. I've watched entire universes explode, I think I can handle Kermit the Obese Frog. He's a Lord, I'm a Knight. He's the Lord of Time, I'm the Knight of Time. This is a one-man one-Strider job."

He stands up, then, and you find yourself following him.

"I don't see why any of that means I can't come with," You take his hand in yours, and he squeezes yours back. He puts up a front, but you can tell by the way his hand is shaking that he's terrified. "Look, do you know how much it would kill me if I knew I let you walk off, and you died? Do you know how much it would kill me to know another man has walked himself into death's arms because I didn't even try to help him?"

"I have to go. I'm going to need to do this at a precise Time," He snirks a little bit at that, "or else I might lose him. You can't come with. There was actually next to no foreshadowing in this entire story that you would."

"What?" You never understood what he meant when he spit that shit at you. "Stay here. Watch over your clown puppet pal so that Kanaya can't kill him. Tell John I said hi." His voice cracks. It's pathetic, and you're reminded of his age and how young he really is. You both are. "If I do die, I mean. I won't, though."

"Please don't go,"

"I love you,"

"Please don't die,"

"I won't. Look." He grabs your chin, smiling that stupid half smile you love so much. "I'll kill Shrek and be back here by supper, if I'm not," He kisses you. "You can say 'Haha, I told you so.' I won't even defend myself." His hand leaves yours, and stand on your toes and kiss him again.

"I love you too," "I'll see you later. I will, you'll see." He kisses you one more time, and then adjusts his cape. You watch him turn, and watch him leave. He throws up a hand right before he turns the corner, "I'll see you later!"

Later that afternoon, you whisper to yourself, "haha, I told you so."

He doesn't even defend himself.

I'm not even sorry anymore.