[Dirk is quiet for a moment. He worries about his quiet. He worries Dave will read it into it. So he breaks it, just for a second—] I'm trying to find the right words.

[And then quiet again.

He moves his hand from his chest, and he lets it rest on the floor between them.]

I think... you might not understand the role you have in my life, and the role he has or might. Or rather, you simplify it to a matter of you not successfully filling in the slot of 'brother' and 'Dave' set by him.

Am I right that that's how you understand it, or am I off on this.