(Dirk contemplates K for a few seconds. There's a harsh look on his face, one he's not even aware he's making, but eventually it fades away and Dirk relaxes.)

Aight. It didn't sound much like a joke. (But he'll take K's word for it. He wasn't exactly in a position to judge too harshly anyway. Dirk hasn't made this progression easy whatsoever. Besides, he has been needy too. He's been jealous too.

He reaches a hand out and gently touches the back of K's. After a beat, he slides their fingers together to hold K's hand. He squeezes tightly.)

Sorry I jumped to sex shit. I get a bit hyperbolic sometimes. (He starts to walk again, looking at K.)

You've got like, the most lethal set of puppy eyes ever, man. Has anyone ever told you that?