[Dirk looks at him a little quizzically, a not-very-expressive expression that turns into just a flicker of a raised brow, barely a hint at meaning, and his voice isn't exactly a giveaway either, but it's not like he's trying to hide things, it's just upbringing. And he queries,]
I know, Dave. I trust you.
[Maybe it's not the most reasoned of choices—it isn't exactly like he knows Dave the way he knew Roxy or Jake or Jane—but it's true. Dirk has Dave's back, and he trusts Dave. And that's the end of that.
He can feel more flowers filling up his throat, though, so that sucks. He tries to choke it down. He doesn't want to cough up cliches.]
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I know, Dave. I trust you.
[Maybe it's not the most reasoned of choices—it isn't exactly like he knows Dave the way he knew Roxy or Jake or Jane—but it's true. Dirk has Dave's back, and he trusts Dave. And that's the end of that.
He can feel more flowers filling up his throat, though, so that sucks. He tries to choke it down. He doesn't want to cough up cliches.]