[Dave glances hair-wards for a moment (it's late, it's flopping across his forehead more than he lets it during the day) and chuckles, his usual more-breath-than-voice laughter. His hair is probably too short to curl, but they can try.]

Didn't it turn out you did more of those things than me? Or we were about equal or something. I remember thinking something like, thank fuck, we're in this together.

[It felt good, offering his overwhelming inexperience with "normality" as something he could share with her. Dave hadn't even had time to feel self-conscious about his messed-up computer game life, when it turned out he had more in common with her than most could have thought.

His eyebrows rise slightly.]

You know, that's something we could do, too. We got a big house, we could throw a massive sleepover and get everyone to play Never Have I Ever with us.

[In removing his arm from her waist, he rubs her back and then lets his knuckles brush down her arm until he's holding her hand, so they never once lose that contact.]

It's bound to be enlightening.