(Dirk shrugs, looking off towards one of the nearby shelves.)

It's fine. We were all dealing with bullshit. (The alpha kids had been less endearing than the beta kids, that's for fucking sure. A dumb gesture of romance was collateral along the way.

He doesn't anticipate K thinking this means he crossed any lines. He looks up at him, brows raised above his sunglasses.)

What? Dude, no. (He shakes his head.)

You don't need to chill out at all. (He fidgets, feeling a bit of warmth start to creep across his face.)

I ...really like how you treat me. (He pushes himself off the counter and moves towards K. He reaches out to lightly rest his hand against K's cheek so that he could guide him to look at Dirk instead of his robot.)

You make me feel wanted. It's not something I'm used to, but I would like to be.

(He drops his hand.) Just promise me if I ever get too overbearing just...you can let me know. I won't be mad.

(Jake had just ignored him as a way to try and solve the issue.)

A little bit of both. It was weird and overwhelming, but I think he appreciated the idea. (He smirks a little, reaching out to adjust one of Brobot's arms.) I did make this bastard a fuckin' tank. Jake never stood a chance, poor bastard.