What are you talking about? I couldn't ask for a better fucking bandaid. It's a complim-

[Wow. What. See Dave? See Dave go paler than he already was. He might as well be dead. Or a ghost. Or something.

Also, he's pretty sure he forgot to breath just now. He's actually not sure how to react. But he's also quick to quickly try and push for a different subject. Even if he literally had to shove his hands in his pockets because they were shaking.] It was some screwed up nightmare. You might be getting those a lot while here. [Dave thinks he did a pretty good job at keeping his voice even.

Although it might partly be because he's really determined to think it was a nightmare. Denial. Good friend. Best friend.]