Dave doesn't know what he's witnessing, but whatever it is it almost seems like Dirk is melting down over it in a way that at least isn't going to land him healing a few days. He doesn't know what to say to make it better and he doesn't really want to make whatever this is better, it feels like something Dirk actually needs. It sounds like that at least and Dave isn't going to interrupt it. Fidgety as he is, Dave shifts again so his back is facing the cushy back of the couch and he can lean his head back to look up at the ceiling.

"Well he ain't here." Dave says lightly, no malice intended, just the facts. "Whatever you figure's gone on, it can't get you here." It's all he has to offer and it's not even really his words, he has been talking to people that gave similar advice about the game and its far reaches as if he needed comfort about his world blowing up. "You can get your super saiyan kamehameha's on without Cal and still, I dunno. Exist?" Still upset about all the things in the past, he's trying hard not to forget that even if he wants to say a lot of things, he has the opportunity to say them to Dirk's face because he's alive.

"All that's here's me and like for whatever reason you and this shitty tiny apartment." He stays silent for a few, long moments, dragging in a sigh and letting it out just as long. "I didn't hate Cal, he was cool at times." it wasn't his fault he was possessed. Maybe that'll help Dirk. Probably not but it's at least an attempt made. "...Anyways."