And like, fuck. If he still had Cal, this would have gone way goddamn differently. Way more violently. He would have dragged Dave up to the fucking roof by the ear if he had to, silent and furious and vicious.

But this is muted. He's still pissed off, sure, but not like he was earlier, and his emotions always kind of slide off him anyway. The anger is fading.

He moves back to the door, looking at it, and considers.

"Get off your ass," he finally says, "we're going out." He's not explaining where. This is probably familiar: it's how he'd often act the rare times they left the apartment together in Houston. Not say where, just time to go. Those times came less and less the older Dave got, though. So this is... a blast from the past.

At least he's not saying "roof."

A beat passes.

"If you ever pull that shit on me when we're not strifing again I'll whoop your ass so hard you'll forget how to use it."

Blunt. Does he mean forget how to use his ass or forget how to use his time powers? It's not clear.