A lot of things are Dirk's fault. He's cognizant of that. He's wholly aware. Maybe someday he really will feel guilty and not just muted...something, that he can't quite explain.

The fact that Dave listens, doesn't argue, means a lot. Once he's all done talking he ruffles Dave's hair, like he's a normal fucking brother and not vaguely sociopathic. He felt Dave press into the touch, though, and that means something. As does the way he leans into him. Dirk sighs, hand shifting, but all it does is drop to his shoulder so that an arm around him is keeping him there.

Stay, he doesn't say, but he thinks it.

He doesn't say shit about the show of emotion, either. No quips, no 'man up,' no nothing. Maybe later he'll be a dick and give him shit, but for now... Nah. That's too much. "Stop comparing me to Jesus," he complains, not really irritable at all, "my ego's already fucked and you keep calling me a Jesus impersonator."

He thinks about the suggestions though, real hard, and comes to a conclusion. "We can do all that shit," he says, "if you help me do market research while we do. Trends and shit. It's a good skill to have." But then he pauses, and adds: "that way, we can do all that and you can help me game the system." Like it's all so simple.

Honestly, it's really really weird that the porn empire guy is so against even holding hands with someone. There's definitely something up with that.