That's implying to me that you deal with freaky time shit on the regular.

[that thought is spiced with bland, then somewhat bitter, amusement. he'd found peace with not being able to time travel when he first lost the ability, which melted into blind panic over the fact that Ryuji was dead and he couldn't, which reformed into hating it all over again, because trying to figure out how to prevented him from seeing what he really needed to see in the first place.]

[that he never needed time travel at all.]

[Dave's on the cusp of admitting a real vulnerability here; he's been spending the past year and change trying to figure out how to be honest with his feelings instead of slapping a joke on them and calling them done, even though he did technically just do that, didn't he? he stares off into the horizon like a pensive anime character, ultimately deciding that he trusts Mista enough.]

You know what fucking sucks the worst though? Like. If I had stopped and thought about it for five seconds like I just said, instead of reteaching myself the same "time travel is never the answer you dumpass" lesson that I already knew, then it wouldn't have.

[ugh.]

He wouldn't have had to suffer as long as he did, I guess.