But that's also not a reaction Dave had had to him, say, before Sburb, so that neatly explains where they stand on the timelines thing. He watches the panic, the flailing, and something, briefly, at the base of his gut, twitches, because Dave's always been kind of neurotic but not like this.
He reaches out.
Stops.
Drops his hand back to his side.
His expression never changes.
But he also doesn't get ready to strife, either, much as he thinks it'd be some fucking stress relief. The way Dave is looking at him is too distracting, even behind his shades.
"I don't know."
That's probably the most honest thing he's ever said.
laughs poor dave
That's not an answer.
But that's also not a reaction Dave had had to him, say, before Sburb, so that neatly explains where they stand on the timelines thing. He watches the panic, the flailing, and something, briefly, at the base of his gut, twitches, because Dave's always been kind of neurotic but not like this.
He reaches out.
Stops.
Drops his hand back to his side.
His expression never changes.
But he also doesn't get ready to strife, either, much as he thinks it'd be some fucking stress relief. The way Dave is looking at him is too distracting, even behind his shades.
"I don't know."
That's probably the most honest thing he's ever said.