His lips twist now into a wry grin, pleased, if only a little, by the praise and the sentiment. There’s not a lot he can do to help Dave through this, but knowing that what little he does do seems to help… That’s cool.

“If you say so. I’d rather have you than tea, anyway.” He lets his hands trail down Dave’s arms until they find the other young man’s hands. He grasps them both with a quick squeeze, then takes a step back toward his room.