[He closes his eyes for the kiss. It's a nice one. It's sweet. He can feel the lipstick smearing across his cheek, a marker of her affection. Bro Property of Roxy Lalonde.

He doesn't mind it at all.

Dirk opens his eyes to see what she looks like. He knows what he looks like. And maybe she isn't a boss fight in, but he sure as hell has just had one, so he knows he isn't having his best day looks-wise. There's only one thing to do.]

We look so fucking amazing right now. We've gotta take a selfie. Commemorate the hell out of this height of togetherness we're displaying.

[Because he has no other camera, he removes his shades from his face. He shifts to have Roxy held up against his shoulder, the pile of junk beneath them, and holds the shades out as a distance. Perfect.]

Smile for the camera, Roxy.

[Dirk doesn't. But his eyes are open, unshaded, and his cheek has Roxy's lipstick on it. That's a smile enough.]