[That's a lot of talk about scrotums and assholes and it's taking a lot for Ryuji to keep a straight face through it all. But he's practicing temperance and... y'know, maybe not being a middle schooler all the fucking time about things, and try as he might to keep those things at bay, he still cracks a smile.]

Y'know. I saw a map of the states in that book and I don't really recall Texas looking like a dude's dick. But that one all the way in the southeast? Total man meat, just like, chillin' out there for the world to see.

[Whelp, it was good while it lasted, all of three seconds. It's better off this way anyway, more authentic of the experience, and Ryuji finds his fingers curling around Dave's side in an inexplicably comfortable sort of way. And as the Japanese word comes tumbling out his mouth, Ryuji's heart swells like a typhoon off the coast of his home city. And it's pretty much here, like this, that he really, earnestly feels it. More than just a calmness, but a genuine sort of simple happiness. Like, of course he's felt content before, but this is just different. It's just. It's whatever it's supposed to be, right here, for the both of them.

Tsuyu. Yeah.

Bravery wells up inside him.]

Uhm. Dave?