[Dave huffs a little laugh across her hair, voiceless and dry.]

Haha. I mean, we've seen what happens when I try to be a cagey fuck, at least.

[He won't be trying that again anytime soon. But so much happened, and there are so many things floating around his head now that he just doesn't understand, that he doesn't even have the vocabulary to address. He spent too long in his own head, alone on that too-empty meteor as they all fell apart.

He breathes out and pulls back, reluctant. (She was warm.)]

I'll try. Okay? You know I'm not good at this stuff, the touchy-feely sentimental shit. But I won't keep big things like that from you anymore.

[...]

Or, you know. Awkwardly try despite my chronic logorrheal tendencies and actual inability to keep my big flap shut.