"I know you didn't." He's reminding himself. There's a silence as he listens to Dave list off some of his weirdest encounters. "They what?" Okay, that last one got even him. What the fuck. "That's just sad." He doesn't remember the last time he was sad, but he's aware, objectively, of what things are or are not sad. And that shit is sad. "Better off here, I guess."

Dave has a point, and he kind of hates it. As soon as he gets some sleep he knows he's going to shut the fuck down and just be an asshole all the time, like usual. But he also doesn't want to ask this goddamn question. It's something he's never actually considered, but now it's going to bother him. He's silent a long goddamn time again before he speaks. "Hate me." Oh. Shit. "You ain't gotta actually answer that." None of Dirk's fucking business. But he knows Dave's going to answer, to say something, and if Dave hates him, so fucking be it. He dug his own goddamn grave, right?