[What's that sound? It's the sound of someone racing up the stairs and down the hall. HI GUYS. It's Dirk Strider stopping in the middle of the tracks, seeing Dave looking very annoyed and unhappy, and legit actually pressing his face to his hands and seeming to unwind in some relief. The sharp brief painful tension washes out as he has confirmation that Dave is, in fact, alive.]
Oh thank fuck.
[It's muttered to his hands more than anything. He doesn't expect Dave to talk to him, after all. He just wanted to know that Dave was alive.]
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Oh thank fuck.
[It's muttered to his hands more than anything. He doesn't expect Dave to talk to him, after all. He just wanted to know that Dave was alive.]