Dirk is absolutely going to ride his ass about form and movement and everything else about fighting, but he's going to be impressed and proud too. It's just not clear if he'll show it. Maybe. On a good day. Today, especially, is pretty fucking out there.

Holding onto him, saying real-ass shit, and taking his stupid glasses off. It's so much, all at once, and Dirk is honestly surprised either of them are still functional in the wake of it. But...

Most important of all is what Dave tells him. He tenses, but not in a bad way. He's surprised, maybe. And hadn't even realized he was worried. But he had been, apparently, because then his shoulders slump. He squeezes Dave's shoulder. It lingers. "You did good." That's all. Don't matter how Dave went about it, whether he was ruthless or soft. He got the job done.

"Game over. Shit."