[Dave takes the water but only sips a little of it, because there's only so much he wants to put in his stomach right now. The only way this could get any better would be for him to puke in front of Dirk.

He looks up at Dirk through his sunglasses without lifting his head, because even after a month, this is still unreal. After confirming that Dirk is, in fact, actually there, he looks down at his water again.]

I told Mom already, but. Bro, you know you don't have to take care of us, right? I mean it's kind of fucked up for you to have to.