He's definitely inherited that from Dirk's teachings, too. He's grown a little in it but nothing where he thinks he's actually got the testicles made of enough brass to live by it. They were both flawed and neither were capable of fixing it for the other, good times, great parenting and good son-ing. "Everything can have a dick, man. Club Penguin you arrange enough things enough ways, people stand enough ways. You got yourself as wholesome as anything else. "Gotta be. This place is vast as shit. Speakin' of, I'm thinkin'..." he shrugs his shoulder. "There's this guild place in town that looks for freelancers who know how to roughhouse."

See, he thought that Dirk would be more proud of him for going into it. Now? Dirk's right here beside him to hint at instead of outright asking. They're starting to fall into the no feels talk zone and that's alright with Dave. It means normalcy and a chance at keeping it that way.

Another nod of his head, he knows Dirk works it out. Somehow. "Pfft. Yeah, duh. What are brothers for? I gotta make sure you're an upstanding moral citizen, like me." which is said with enough playful tone to indicate he's just been a little shit here the whole time he's been. Yet another soft nod and he rolls his head to the side, it's facing away from Dirk, but it's more obviously being used as a head to armpillow now. "Cool." He really is glad Dirk is here. He really hopes this place doesn't try to fuck with them knowing they're brotherdads either.