[Hhhhhh. As Dave gathers his jittery thoughts, a small lump pokes its head out from under his scarf. The little mousiekins looks around, twitching his whiskers first at Dirk and then Dave. When it seems Dave is not going to fill him in, though, he settles in and decides to make himself useful by watching Dirk's partner.]
The Dave you were talking to--I guess, maybe the real Dave, now?--he must've had a lot more time to think about this than I have. Because I'm still...mostly in the process of figuring that stuff out. How fucked up it all was, et cetera. So hearing you say that, just out of nowhere from my perspective, is a little...baffling, I guess.
[He threads his fingers together over his forehead and pushes both hands back over his hair, pulling it back from his forehead so that it falls again all willy-nilly. He stays huddled like that a moment, safe within the barrier of his arms, but then he slides them back to the nape of his neck and sighs, lifts his chin.]
And I'm not gonna lie, like, eighty percent of me is still waiting for the shitty, "ironic" twist to what you're saying, but. [He tilts his head to watch Dirk sidelong.] I got to agree with past Dave, or future Dave, or whoever he is. Like. That wasn't you, so. I mean you can apologize for the character trait, maybe, but. Still wasn't you.
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Wow. Wow, uh. ...Okay.
[Hhhhhh. As Dave gathers his jittery thoughts, a small lump pokes its head out from under his scarf. The little mousiekins looks around, twitching his whiskers first at Dirk and then Dave. When it seems Dave is not going to fill him in, though, he settles in and decides to make himself useful by watching Dirk's partner.]
The Dave you were talking to--I guess, maybe the real Dave, now?--he must've had a lot more time to think about this than I have. Because I'm still...mostly in the process of figuring that stuff out. How fucked up it all was, et cetera. So hearing you say that, just out of nowhere from my perspective, is a little...baffling, I guess.
[He threads his fingers together over his forehead and pushes both hands back over his hair, pulling it back from his forehead so that it falls again all willy-nilly. He stays huddled like that a moment, safe within the barrier of his arms, but then he slides them back to the nape of his neck and sighs, lifts his chin.]
And I'm not gonna lie, like, eighty percent of me is still waiting for the shitty, "ironic" twist to what you're saying, but. [He tilts his head to watch Dirk sidelong.] I got to agree with past Dave, or future Dave, or whoever he is. Like. That wasn't you, so. I mean you can apologize for the character trait, maybe, but. Still wasn't you.