[Dave is absolutely the strangest combination of fiercely independent and so incredibly hopeless that you can't help intervening. He is blithely unaware of how he's perceived although he does assume it's very apparent he wasn't raised right.
He drags his fingertips over the wall as he walks, it's not surprising that he should be a little tense in this moment but as they circle into Bro's room he seems so distracted by it that he barely hears Connor. In fact, he doesn't respond for a noticeable amount of time as hesitates in the doorway and then steps into the room to perch very, very awkwardly on the foot of the bed.
Oh right, Connor said something. What did he say? Too late. Just laugh.
He feigns a laugh, way after Connor initially spoke and just marinates himself in how he feels right now. Kind of nauseous, a little bit anxious, overwhelmingly stupid and still tired. He peels his shirt up over his head which musses his hair up and reveals some patchy, red marks that are already much better than they were when he was found. He might owe some of that to the gem but most of it to Connor, so he should probably stop being in his feelings and acknowledge him.]
He died when I was thirteen, just in case the tension wasn't palpable enough for you. [The words and he was kind of a huge asshole are in the back of his throat, but he can't make himself say it so he just flops back onto the bed and haphazardly kicks the covers down to settle under them before he rolls on his side.]
cw; child neglect/abuse!!
He drags his fingertips over the wall as he walks, it's not surprising that he should be a little tense in this moment but as they circle into Bro's room he seems so distracted by it that he barely hears Connor. In fact, he doesn't respond for a noticeable amount of time as hesitates in the doorway and then steps into the room to perch very, very awkwardly on the foot of the bed.
Oh right, Connor said something. What did he say? Too late. Just laugh.
He feigns a laugh, way after Connor initially spoke and just marinates himself in how he feels right now. Kind of nauseous, a little bit anxious, overwhelmingly stupid and still tired. He peels his shirt up over his head which musses his hair up and reveals some patchy, red marks that are already much better than they were when he was found. He might owe some of that to the gem but most of it to Connor, so he should probably stop being in his feelings and acknowledge him.]
He died when I was thirteen, just in case the tension wasn't palpable enough for you. [The words and he was kind of a huge asshole are in the back of his throat, but he can't make himself say it so he just flops back onto the bed and haphazardly kicks the covers down to settle under them before he rolls on his side.]