{He sees the hug coming, and maybe that's why it's easier to accept it this time. Maybe the fact that they're on a pile of old games and plush toys is awkward enough to give his social skills a freebie. Either way, he shuts his eyes behind his glasses and holds her to him. They are going to be okay. She is going to be okay. They have Rose and Dave here, and they have each other.]

You let me add my puppets. It'd be pretty unfair if I decided this wasn't okay after that.

[It's an oblique statement, he realizes. Not a direct confirmation. Maybe saying it right out would be better?

He makes himself try it out.]

Yeah, Roxy. I'm damn happy to be in a pile of abandoned junk with you. [Dirk's voice is not famously expressive. His face isn't famously emotive. But in the notes and cadence of his speech, he offers a soft sincerity. He is glad to be with her here.]