He can't argue with that, even if he tried, but it's not as simple as 'well it isn't easy' at least for Dave. Dirk is so much better with this sort of thing and some days he honestly wishes that he never learned how to un-do small bits of what Dirk did to him emotionally. He says nothing, he's not going to argue with him. There's no winning in a battle and there's no winning in a verbal one either, even if you're right.

Dave's eyebrows knit together at the look, he's not angry still it's curious to see actual facial reactions and even still without Dirk's glasses covering most of them. "No..." he replies easily and right away. The yank of his shirt heralds a tiny surprised grunt, one of his hands hitting the couch cushion before giving in for now. For tonight and tonight only, they could stop being macho bitches. He knows at first light there's going to be so much more to bitch about and so much more to defend from. "'Cause I did what I had to, it's done and now I can do what I want to, I'm done." Giving in, again, Dave just finds a way onto Dirk's shoulder again. He doesn't hate it, he just doesn't know if he's going to live it down later once Dirk wants to tease him about it.