Dave also got the signature eye-roll from Dirk. There's a lot of things that he wishes he hadn't passed down to him, but there they are, in the current year of our lord. He's saved it for now for a heavy sigh. Bro isn't going to listen to him for nothing, is he? Who's the teenager with the hormones here? Probably Dirk in comparison. Further there's the idea that Dirk didn't have confidence in himself from the sounds of it. These aren't things he's ever even considered and he's probably going to sleep for a week trying to sleep off the stress of this conversation. "I guess..." he says with a cadence indicating he's simply hoping he's said something in the right vein of what he's supposed to there.
That and especially where Dirk casually swearing comes into play. That's not unlike him, it's not unlike either of them, but it's the posture and Dave raises his hands at casual chest level in surrender. He's still the kid. Don't. Do it. He's already looking straight ahead with his peripheral vision locked on Dirk and his silence is louder than any words he could've said even if he does manage out an almost demure sounding "Alright. Fuck. Sorry." The words are a farce, he's not sorry, he's back on edge and the thump of his heart in his chest and the tenseness of his muscles are evident. Bro on edge means Dave on edge even if he's slightly on edge. He could be full ass cheeks on the table and Dave would still call it edge.
All of what Dirk says passes without Dave knowing what to say in return, just get reminded of how small and insignificant he feels when there's a possibility of violence. He's never been good with it, not since Dirk's death and even before that, really. Not that he had a choice back then. What he wants to say is two different things. He wants to get upset at being on edge, but he wants to tell Dirk right off for.
Something.
"Okay, look. I'm not startin' trouble I Just kinda want to know what the fuck you're actually saying. I'm still the kid but I'm grown, you got nowhere, but you got no place here where I literally said you did." His hands are finally coming down and his eyes are starting to jerk little looks in Dirk's direction before maybe a muscle or two starts to settle down. "Think you're misunderstandin' me Bro, I'm so fuckin' mad." his hands helped the emphasis of his word by coming downa little more, "...like at you. I ain't even said half the shit I oughta, but I'm not fuckin' stupid and I'm not a fuckin' moron. You fucking died and ollied the fuck out on me when I needed you the god damn..." He's searching for a word and settles on a quick, "most. Now that I can half god damn tolerate your presence and we don't gotta be at each other's throats, you're findin' more reasons to ollie the fuck out on me." His monologue gives no real room for interruption and his eyes are slowly and more easily creeping over. Enough that he gives himself a moment to try to settle down and let the thud of his heart exit the canals of his ears. "What's the god damn point bein' made here, man? Just level with me on what the fuck you actually want. To check up on me? You did. To find out if I'm 'the right Dave'? Bullshit. Now don't get pissed at me because I'm tryin' here. I'm actually going out on a socially awkward motherfucking limb."
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That and especially where Dirk casually swearing comes into play. That's not unlike him, it's not unlike either of them, but it's the posture and Dave raises his hands at casual chest level in surrender. He's still the kid. Don't. Do it. He's already looking straight ahead with his peripheral vision locked on Dirk and his silence is louder than any words he could've said even if he does manage out an almost demure sounding "Alright. Fuck. Sorry." The words are a farce, he's not sorry, he's back on edge and the thump of his heart in his chest and the tenseness of his muscles are evident. Bro on edge means Dave on edge even if he's slightly on edge. He could be full ass cheeks on the table and Dave would still call it edge.
All of what Dirk says passes without Dave knowing what to say in return, just get reminded of how small and insignificant he feels when there's a possibility of violence. He's never been good with it, not since Dirk's death and even before that, really. Not that he had a choice back then. What he wants to say is two different things. He wants to get upset at being on edge, but he wants to tell Dirk right off for.
Something.
"Okay, look. I'm not startin' trouble I Just kinda want to know what the fuck you're actually saying. I'm still the kid but I'm grown, you got nowhere, but you got no place here where I literally said you did." His hands are finally coming down and his eyes are starting to jerk little looks in Dirk's direction before maybe a muscle or two starts to settle down. "Think you're misunderstandin' me Bro, I'm so fuckin' mad." his hands helped the emphasis of his word by coming downa little more, "...like at you. I ain't even said half the shit I oughta, but I'm not fuckin' stupid and I'm not a fuckin' moron. You fucking died and ollied the fuck out on me when I needed you the god damn..." He's searching for a word and settles on a quick, "most. Now that I can half god damn tolerate your presence and we don't gotta be at each other's throats, you're findin' more reasons to ollie the fuck out on me." His monologue gives no real room for interruption and his eyes are slowly and more easily creeping over. Enough that he gives himself a moment to try to settle down and let the thud of his heart exit the canals of his ears. "What's the god damn point bein' made here, man? Just level with me on what the fuck you actually want. To check up on me? You did. To find out if I'm 'the right Dave'? Bullshit. Now don't get pissed at me because I'm tryin' here. I'm actually going out on a socially awkward motherfucking limb."