Even though he was still kind of feeling like shit from Dave's comment, the smile he was given did make him feel better. And so did the hug. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at Dave's statement, because of course not. Striders never apologized for being a dick. And he deserved it anyway, so it didn't matter. Even if Dave did apologize, he would've told him not to be.

He wrapped his arms around Dave again and kept him in a hug for a few long seconds, because he knew that after they left that room, it would probably be a long time before they ever had another moment like this. In a way he wanted to make it last, before he picked up whatever coolness he had left and hid behind his shades again. Bro wanted to make sure that before they went back into the living room, it was clear that he cared, and was sorry, and that he loved him. That everything was okay.

As he finally pulled away from the hug, his eyes met Dave's for the first time, and he tried to say everything that maybe the hug didn't. And then just like that, the vulnerability was gone as he smirked and lifted his shades back up to his face. "You got it. World War S is officially fucking over."

Bro stood up, and turned towards the door. "How long d'you think Egbert's been trying to listen in? Hope he didn't strain himself."