Dave.

[He hadn't thought it was possible, but apparently yes, his best friend can be even more of a gigantic tool than previously demonstrated. He'd stop to make a note in his journal of Aggravating Bullshit No One Wanted to Be True But Is, but he has a total goddamn moron to wrangle, so excuse him while he gets on that.

He quickly rises and follows, hanging back just enough that he would have been able to convincingly deny hovering if it weren't for how restlessly he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.]

You're not getting out of this, dammit. I said I wouldn't let any of this sort of shit fester again and I meant it. Did you think you were fucking exempt? You don't get a pass on imploding from all your internalized freakout meltdowns just because you're the stoic coolkid, or did you think I would just stand back and let it happen? Dave?

[His voice does not crack on that last word. He also doesn't forcibly cross his arms to keep himself from touching his friend's shoulder. That would be stupid.]

Talk to me.