[ almost on cue, dirk comes back out of the kitchen. he looks at dave and his shoulders slump slightly--it's relief, but whether dave is in the state to notice it is up in the air.
things are confusing when you're a strider.
he sighs though, setting a glass of water down on the coffee table and dropping into a chair across the way and tipping his head back toward the ceiling. that movement makes his hat fall off, but he makes no move to grab it off the floor.
it's funny--he's never worried about dave like this. he always had faith nothing could touch him, but something has (had, after he'd died), and it bothers him.
finally he lifts his head again, shades still firmly in place, and all he says is: ]
Thank you.
[ he's not even being weird about connor perching on dave's lap. the situation is weird, but he's just not being an asshole about it. ]
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things are confusing when you're a strider.
he sighs though, setting a glass of water down on the coffee table and dropping into a chair across the way and tipping his head back toward the ceiling. that movement makes his hat fall off, but he makes no move to grab it off the floor.
it's funny--he's never worried about dave like this. he always had faith nothing could touch him, but something has (had, after he'd died), and it bothers him.
finally he lifts his head again, shades still firmly in place, and all he says is: ]
Thank you.
[ he's not even being weird about connor perching on dave's lap. the situation is weird, but he's just not being an asshole about it. ]