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Oh, I can fly. [Said like it's the most normal thing in the world. He stoops to yank out a couple of the poles and holds them up next to Ed.]

Called it. [He says it decisively.] Knew these suckers were taller than you.

[I have no idea what kind of tents the CDC distributes so I can't...fact check...but I'm rolling with it.]

[ That comes as quite a surprise, because he can't say he's met many people with the ability to fly. That must be how Dave got up there on the branch. His astonishment is cut short when the short joke is made. gdit ]

Why, you--!! [ Ed snatches the pole from him. ] Don't think I won't push you off this platform!

You'd only push me off the platform because it wouldn't do shit.

[Besides impair Dave's dignity, but he leaves that part out.]

Anyway, I'm just stating the facts. Is that what gave you such a hard time when you got your first tent.

[He leans over to start picking up the canvas. What a pain.]

[ It's true. He wouldn't push Dave off if it would actually hurt him. ]

You're such a pest! My height has nothing to do with it! I should just leave you to sleep in the cold!

But then you'd have to live with it on your conscience if I died of exposure.

[He says this like it's a completely reasonable argument. Which maybe it is, but less so when he's being an annoying shit.]

Also, dude, keep your voice down or you'll wake everyone up. [Because he was so considerate about waking Ed up...] Or call down a new wave of animal attacks.

[ Sad but true. Dave may be annoying, but he couldn't leave him out there with not even a tent for shelter. ]

You had no problems waking me up!! [ Nope, he's still going to kick up a fuss. ]

[So many of these kids have the MO of "outwardly abrasive, but will save your ass (while giving you shit about it the whole time)"...]

I texted you. That's different. Anyone who can't sleep through a text [or a series of them, apparently] deserves to be woken up. Anyway, are you gonna dispense your tent-building secrets to me or not, o wise and mighty virtuoso of wigwams.

[Dave holds out one end of the tarp to him.]

It wasn't just one text. [ More like 8. Probably. He doesn't care to remember. There's another confused look at that last thing about the 'wigwams', but he's come to realise that Dave rarely ever makes much sense. ]

Wait, we should finish the frame first. [ Ed picks up the poles and starts joining them together. He hands Dave some poles too. ]

[Surprisingly(???), Dave doesn't argue with Ed about the poles. He just takes them and more or less does what Ed is doing, kicking the tarp to one side.]

I could have sent you more. [He would have sent more if he didn't get a response before that, tbh.] But I was rudely interrupted.

I really don't want any more. [ He stresses, just in case the shenanigans are going to continue after he tries to go back to sleep later. With the poles on his side joined, he now motions to join them with Dave's. Eventually, eventually, their frame will start looking more tent-like. ]

Promise me you're actually gonna go to sleep after we fix this up.

[Dave's shoulders raise in a shrug.]

Who knows. Getting a decent bit of shuteye is kind of a pain in the ass sometimes. Shrieking eldritch horrors and the like don't really make it easier, even after they decide to ollie back whence they came.

[He hooks his half of the frame up to Ed's, then stands back to inspect it.]

[ With the frame finally looking like a tent, Ed picks up the tarp and hands one end to Dave. ]

You're worried about that thing showing up again? [ It is a real concern, so the irritation lines in his frown ease. They were more at a disadvantage compared to the people with actual rovers to protect them. ]

No. [Wait.] Well, yes. If it doesn't come back, something else will show up instead.

[He says it with the offhand certainty of the cynical, as he takes his end of the tarp and tries to fit it over the frame with questionable success.]

And even besides that, I dunno. A lot has happened. [Which is...kind of an understatement, between repeated attacks and crew changes.]

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