Vanya and Dave
Dave loved dressing up, and looking presentable. It had taken a little while to find the style that he liked, but he quite enjoyed the way he was looking. Which was great, because internally, Dave was still reeling. He had had several episodes of hallucinations, and uncharacteristic reactions to the noises that sometimes surround him. He’d thrown himself on the floor to avoid debris, thinking a bomb had gone off, when Klaus had accidentally knocked a bowl of the counter, and things just hadn’t been getting better. It honestly scared him, but he didn’t want to voice those concerns to Klaus, he knew that Klaus wasn’t doing as well as he liked to pretend either. Dave could shake it, he was certain, but he had to strong about it.
The music and the people were getting overwhelming, and Dave needed a cigarette more than he could express. He popped outside and lit one, far enough from the other people. Dave had felt a little alone and closed off in his own little world lately. But this place, the future, it was all strange and borrowed and it didn’t really feel like his. He thought that feeling would wear off eventually, but it hadn’t yet, and with all the new things that people had shown him, he wasn’t sure if it would now.
He turned and saw a woman in a suit not too far away. It was an odd choice for a wedding, Dave thought, but it was interesting. He waved for a moment in greeting before realizing it was Klaus’ sister. “Hello, Vanya.” He greeted softly.