A small consolation, but a consolation. The knight isn't certain what he's supposed to do with a sounds good. That sounds like a good. Like he'd done a good. The terminology being thrown his way like 'another' world's hero. He isn't the world's hero from home let alone this place. "I dunno, wouldn't be bad to actually help some of the people around here. They're not all fuck crazy van drivers." Aaannnd? "n' yeah it'd be pretty cool if you came along."
Bonding. By maybe smashing things in the face that aren't each other for once.
The whistle gets a small smirk from him even if he's moved and Dave picks up on the expression barely changing, but when that's sometimes all he had to go on back home, he notices. Selfishly, he's been mostly thinking about how he felt, and yes, as has been stated a million times, he's still not excusing what was done. But if he hadn't done it, Dave probably wouldn't have lived. He would have been another ghost of himself in a doomed timeline. "Nah." he says softly, "Just stretching. Not easy to have a metal spine and balls of steel. Gets hot in the summer." Good yes, talk about your balls, great idea.
He's being a big baby is what it is. If he stops thinking about himself for one second and considers what Dirk has been saying, or trying to, all the way through this... "What's the matter? Shoulder cold? I gotchu." he says lightly before leaning in again, a bolder move to set his head against Dirk's shoulder instead. It's as much as he's done with anyone where not just sitting on his own curled in a corner is involved and it's oddly comforting. Frighteningly comforting. Noticing that his glasses were being moved a little by the motion of his face laying against his shoulder and takes them off to set them in his lap.
Maybe tomorrow he can be the grown man he threw words around about. "I got somethin' that may actually make you feel the human emotions of happiness if you wanna hear it."
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Bonding. By maybe smashing things in the face that aren't each other for once.
The whistle gets a small smirk from him even if he's moved and Dave picks up on the expression barely changing, but when that's sometimes all he had to go on back home, he notices. Selfishly, he's been mostly thinking about how he felt, and yes, as has been stated a million times, he's still not excusing what was done. But if he hadn't done it, Dave probably wouldn't have lived. He would have been another ghost of himself in a doomed timeline. "Nah." he says softly, "Just stretching. Not easy to have a metal spine and balls of steel. Gets hot in the summer." Good yes, talk about your balls, great idea.
He's being a big baby is what it is. If he stops thinking about himself for one second and considers what Dirk has been saying, or trying to, all the way through this... "What's the matter? Shoulder cold? I gotchu." he says lightly before leaning in again, a bolder move to set his head against Dirk's shoulder instead. It's as much as he's done with anyone where not just sitting on his own curled in a corner is involved and it's oddly comforting. Frighteningly comforting. Noticing that his glasses were being moved a little by the motion of his face laying against his shoulder and takes them off to set them in his lap.
Maybe tomorrow he can be the grown man he threw words around about. "I got somethin' that may actually make you feel the human emotions of happiness if you wanna hear it."