You and your sister both need to stop calling me out.

[People pleaser, poetic rambling. Why this trashtalking.

Dirk doesn't move his hand over Dave's, but he extends his fingers. Not quite touching, but a little bit of a reach. Slowly, so Dave can pull away if he needs.]

That... would probably help a lot. [There's a moment, and then another breath, something that very few people would understand as pained laughter.] It's pretty stupid. I keep hoping that if we stick together, and if I grow into it slowly, them maybe eventually you'll be able to see me first and him only second.