[Dave doesn’t quite smile, but he does breathe out, seemingly relieved that he was able to come up with the right thing to say. the right course of action, the right promise that he’ll do his damndest to keep. and he shrugs lightly, pushing himself off the bed. if Ryuji is the type to snore, then there’s a good chance he already heard it adding an extra layer of sound to a mandatory pop music marathon.]

I guess I could let you know if you start aiming to break a sound barrier, too. [speaking of noise citations, Dave should probably warn him that there’s a neighbor who sticks to a pretty strict cackling schedule.]

[.... eh. it probably won’t be an issue or come up at all.]

Hold tight. I’m gonna go grab your stuff.

[that is to say, he’s going to go stare blankly at a finger in a jar for about five minutes, get into an (out loud) argument with himself over whether or not he should captchalogue it, then grab the actual requested items and come back armed with questions. please hold.]