[John recoils from him when he first starts spitting acid at him, his hands slowly letting go of his shoulders as he takes a small step backward. Since he keeps going, John just stays quiet and lets him, because it's what he wanted, wasn't it? For Dave to talk.]
[By the time he's done John's hunched his shoulders a little and is staring at his feet, hands balled into awkward fists at his sides.]
...Sorry, I guess I won't ask anymore.
[Maybe it had helped. Probably not. He was no good at this comforting thing. So now he just stood there in an awkward silence and tried to decide if it was a better idea to walk off or let Dave storm away from him, because he figured he was about the last person the Strider wanted to talk to right now.]
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[By the time he's done John's hunched his shoulders a little and is staring at his feet, hands balled into awkward fists at his sides.]
...Sorry, I guess I won't ask anymore.
[Maybe it had helped. Probably not. He was no good at this comforting thing. So now he just stood there in an awkward silence and tried to decide if it was a better idea to walk off or let Dave storm away from him, because he figured he was about the last person the Strider wanted to talk to right now.]