[Shit, that whole first sentence blindsides him; it's like a hit-and-run perpetrated on the Daytona 500. Wrap him in a blanket like a toasty burrito? Is that an actual almost-expression of fondness and care? From Bro? Or, no, does that mean he thinks Dave's that pathetic, that he's that weak, did he fuck up admitting to that? Why--why should he care if he did, who's this Dirk kid that he needs to impress him? But he does, he does. He wants Dirk to be not Bro.
God. No, he wants Karkat. He wants Jade to come rocketing in like a meteor out of hell. With no rescue imminent, Dave just nods jerkily and leads the way towards the P.C., trying not to release the angelic chorus of 'AAAAAA' resounding in his head.
But wait. Something doesn't quite add up. He turns his head towards Dirk again, watching him sidelong.]
[Please, future-and-or-alternate Dave. Please clue him into how he should handle this, because handling's the furthest thing from his capabilities right now.]
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God. No, he wants Karkat. He wants Jade to come rocketing in like a meteor out of hell. With no rescue imminent, Dave just nods jerkily and leads the way towards the P.C., trying not to release the angelic chorus of 'AAAAAA' resounding in his head.
But wait. Something doesn't quite add up. He turns his head towards Dirk again, watching him sidelong.]
You said we met?
[How? Dream bubble? Alternate timeline? Shenanigans? Probably shenanigans, let's be fucking real.]
Hooooow did that go?
[Please, future-and-or-alternate Dave. Please clue him into how he should handle this, because handling's the furthest thing from his capabilities right now.]