[the face is probably somewhere between a space heater and habenero. but he allows himself to be tugged closer without protest; they could be forehead to forehead or cheek to cheek at this point with only a little more movement, and it suddenly feels an awful lot like there's been a weight lifted off his shoulders, too. which is a silly choice in metaphor, considering his shoulders look a lot more like what's outside the closest airlock than they do load-bearing.]

Yeah? I always thought it was kinda cold in here. [because he's a cold intolerant baby who honestly probably complained the entire time he was frog hunting with Jade.]

Guess that makes sense, though. I think most lighthouses are like. In Maine or something.

[he gets the message. and he sends one back of his own: he means that if Ryuji's always going to find his way back to him, then Dave will do his damndest to be there for him to find.]

[........ wait, does Ryuji even know where Maine is?]

[it does occur to him that he's pretty much in a prime position to dunk Ryuji, as payback for the way he took the both of them out in spectacular fashion a few minutes ago, but ... eh. he's not really that fussed about it, and he's thinking that right now, he prefers standing here, being all up in his business, instead.]

[the whatever-number-decker-revenge he's on now will, as it has for the past five months or so, will just have to wait.]