Yeah, it's great to be right, but maybe not when it's just about dicks. Still, it's right about something. Dirk nods, seemingly approving of the reasoning. "Sounds good." He considers it a moment, considers Dave, considers how he might feel about it all, after everything. "You ain't gotta be another world's hero, but let me know if you sign up and I'll come along."

Bonding? Bonding.

"Shit, look at you straightening out your damn spine of steel." A low whistle. Trash talking is fun, yeah. He's down.

Then Dave takes what he says the wrong way and moves. His expression twitches minutely, but maybe it's for the best. Maybe he's getting too fucking soft now that he's dead. Dave has a life to return to, a world to return to, without him. Don't get so fucking attached.

"Ain't gotta move while we're shootin' the shit," he finally says, but it's oddly stilted. Maybe he wasn't sure if he should have said it.