Dave nods his head, a girl who's fucked up forever thanks to her world. "It's sad. I forget to lock shit on the network, you can read it yourself. Lots of people are better off here." Dave doesn't think him and Karkat so much, but they're here and maybe the game brought them here specifically to pick up a player it boned over before they head off. Another consolation prize for the winners. At least Dave.
Internally, Dave wishes he had his sound board and his tables, he could have had an unironic oof noise to press and it would have been glorious. It happened in his head so that's good enough for now but he didn't expect the question to be if he hated Dirk. More like something to keep up with training or fights or shit like that. A hard question to answer Dave sits up and almost instantly shakes his head. It's not the full answer and Dave opens his mouth and takes a breath like he's going to say something and then pauses, not for dramatic effect, to try to help give his mind another few minutes on how to word any of it.
He doesn't know how, but he also doesn't want Dirk getting antsy and thinking he's bullshitting even if he does or doesn't have radar. Dirk also has human emotions somewhere down there and fear of rejection is a Strider standard. "No homo." because it's important to get out there and Dave plants his hands on either side of himself to shift over toward Dirk and settle in with an inch or two of leaning room which he fills the space of with said lean. It's shoulder to shoulder, but it's something. "You beat the shit out of me. I had to earn food by getting past traps. Made me paranoid to sleep, and by the end you were relentless in ways that made me scared I'd be taking a piss and you'd be in the god damn toilet with twelve katanas." Morbid humour aside, he sighs. "Then you cut a meteor in half and I'm sure I'd have fucking died because I wasn't as fast or strong to do it. After you died, I survived when other people didn't. I fought in ways I wouldn't have expected I would have to and I dealt with things that I wouldn't have been prepared for mentally if I didn't know how to shut the fuck down while I fought."
All in all. "I was pissed at you for being a shitty parent, but I didn't hate you." He just lives in perpetual thoughts of being a disappointment. "Don't hate you. I'm just pissed off about shit you did even if I think you were tryin' to help." He licks his bottom lip, biting at it before another breath again. He takes his glasses off and looks down at the frames in his hands, quickly wiping off a spot he insists must be dirty. "That is what you were tryin' to do, right?" It's not a question its a begged answer. "You weren't goin' out of your way just to... I mean you didn't--" he shrugs his shoulders, still staring down at his glasses. "You know." Maybe he does know maybe he doesn't but Dave isn't going to say it.
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Internally, Dave wishes he had his sound board and his tables, he could have had an unironic oof noise to press and it would have been glorious. It happened in his head so that's good enough for now but he didn't expect the question to be if he hated Dirk. More like something to keep up with training or fights or shit like that. A hard question to answer Dave sits up and almost instantly shakes his head. It's not the full answer and Dave opens his mouth and takes a breath like he's going to say something and then pauses, not for dramatic effect, to try to help give his mind another few minutes on how to word any of it.
He doesn't know how, but he also doesn't want Dirk getting antsy and thinking he's bullshitting even if he does or doesn't have radar. Dirk also has human emotions somewhere down there and fear of rejection is a Strider standard. "No homo." because it's important to get out there and Dave plants his hands on either side of himself to shift over toward Dirk and settle in with an inch or two of leaning room which he fills the space of with said lean. It's shoulder to shoulder, but it's something. "You beat the shit out of me. I had to earn food by getting past traps. Made me paranoid to sleep, and by the end you were relentless in ways that made me scared I'd be taking a piss and you'd be in the god damn toilet with twelve katanas." Morbid humour aside, he sighs. "Then you cut a meteor in half and I'm sure I'd have fucking died because I wasn't as fast or strong to do it. After you died, I survived when other people didn't. I fought in ways I wouldn't have expected I would have to and I dealt with things that I wouldn't have been prepared for mentally if I didn't know how to shut the fuck down while I fought."
All in all.
"I was pissed at you for being a shitty parent, but I didn't hate you." He just lives in perpetual thoughts of being a disappointment. "Don't hate you. I'm just pissed off about shit you did even if I think you were tryin' to help." He licks his bottom lip, biting at it before another breath again. He takes his glasses off and looks down at the frames in his hands, quickly wiping off a spot he insists must be dirty. "That is what you were tryin' to do, right?" It's not a question its a begged answer. "You weren't goin' out of your way just to... I mean you didn't--" he shrugs his shoulders, still staring down at his glasses. "You know." Maybe he does know maybe he doesn't but Dave isn't going to say it.