[ she walks in gingerly, regarding the comic with a raised eyebrow and a tiny smile. dave was an odd kid. but she liked that about him. looking around this room, though, just reaffirmed her worry: he was a normal boy, even if he was.. strange. she feels a little weird sitting down since this is a teen boy's bedroom and they were funny about that kind of thing typically. so she'll just stand. awkwardly. ]

I get that. But I want you to know that I'm looking out for you guys. Even I was kind of freaked out, and I've seen my fair share of insane shit too. [ she says this in a slow tone, more steady and focused than her typical direct and informal way of speaking. ] So don't be afraid to knock on my door, Dave. You or your, uh, mom.