[Oh man, there's a lot in there to unwind when Dave speaks, and a whole lot of things Ryuji wants to say to that in pieces and chunks, but stringing them together would feel like picking them apart. As much as they both are self-admittedly horrible at conveying how they feel, they both find their own groove to do it in front of each other quite a lot.

He's caught dead in his tracks.

Because, it's really fucking weird to be slightly tilt over that string of words. It's not just the boyfriend thing, or the affection, or the way he could pull out a compass and it'd probably point straight to Dave as far as Ryuji's concerned. Think of me enough is what sticks, and a thank you for that is just. It's not even needed. He knows Dave is trying weed through himself when he admits to admitting it's hard to figure out what he wants to say. In a way, that crushing feeling in his chest just grows. If no one's ever thought about him enough to want to do something for him... then that's just really fucking sad. Because he knows that:]

You deserve it. And you don't gotta thank me for anything, either. I wanted to do it... [Because that's how he feels about Dave - and those words are probably hidden in between the lines and the soft expression on his face.] Just, uh. Y'know. Seeing the look on your face is pretty good enough for me.

[Although he absolutely wouldn't turn down a ramen bowl or a trip to the record store. He's not going to let that image in his head go either- an overly optimistic thought that the two of them could one day see Tokyo together, as crazily impossible as that is at this point.]

Yeah.

[He leads the both of them to the towels he set out when first coming here to begin with.]

Wait, so are we like- is this supposed to be the park we're imagining? Swingsets and all that shit. Gotta set a good vibe, y'know? [Ryuji's joking here, but man, that good vibe is already right fucking there.]