You get used to it, though. There's a door, and someone on the other side, and sometimes they come out and you talk and things are fine, but you're never gonna get that stuff back, you know? You're mostly never gonna be whoever the fuck gets to see any bullshit that happens to me firsthand, I'm never gonna be that for you [ gestures at dirk's everything, meaning the physique change ] and nor should I be really, and that's just kinda how things are. This is barely even related to whatever we came up here to argue about, it's just...true. We're past the point in our lives where we shared a room and were one another's first picks for everythin'.

We grew up, Dirk.