Dave feels better with it, despite that it's heavy on his wrist, in a way that's more familiar than cumbersome. He trusts his brother not to be an animal enough that he won't close the door so it can lock and sighs. Both is acceptable. "Alright. I'll make sure to shit before you kick my memory out of me."

Dirk's hand on his shoulder is met with a glance to it and then the flipping down of his glasses onto the bridge of his nose as he's led out. He's not convinced he isn't about to have his ass handed to him in the street, too, but Dirk is a fickle man. "How long you been here before you realized I was here, too?"