Knowing what I know about Rose and by proxy about our mom, I've got less than zero doubt it's genetic and probably we both got it from you, so suck it up, man.

[Dave's tense at the corners, still; but exposure therapy, right? He'll work it out, he doesn't have to be perfect on the first go around, and there's at least the game as an inanimate intermediary. He's got this. They've got this. He bobs his head at the machine.]

You've at least got a handle on the controls, right? We can start easy if you want.

[Not actually a taunt or even banter. This should be as chill a thing as possible for all parties, ideally.]