[Dave's feelings towards Dirk and the entirety of his life to this point are, of course, still disgustingly complicated, but they're not such an unwieldy, horrifying mess that he can't handle them anymore. He does the mental equivalent of haul them onto a shelf for later and tilts his head with an untroubled, gently lapping wave of curiosity.]
Sure. Shoot.
[A very faint, almost residual unease: He's leaving himself open to talking about Heavy Shit, and this whole psychic leak is already making him more vulnerable than he likes to be, ever. But it could be described as a willing discomfort. The first budding and tender growths of trust.]
no subject
Sure. Shoot.
[A very faint, almost residual unease: He's leaving himself open to talking about Heavy Shit, and this whole psychic leak is already making him more vulnerable than he likes to be, ever. But it could be described as a willing discomfort. The first budding and tender growths of trust.]