[He casually hooks his thumbs on the waistband of his pants and splays his fingers out, rocking onto his toes and back to his heels a few times. When Dave just plays dumb he huffs and drops back to his flat feet and wipes a hand down his face, letting his arms swing limp at his sides when he's done.]

Dave, that thing told me a lot of shit and I can't even remember half of it because it was really weird. I need you to be honest with me for a minute here, because a lot of that stuff was weird or not okay or just kind of worrying? And you're my best friend, you're supposed to be honest with me anyway.