Dave's eyes widened when John didn't give up when he said things were cool. That 'still' made him pause, and his eyes searched John's. Finally, he sighed. "What do you want me to say?" he asked, and he sounded tired. He reached up and slid his shades off, setting them on the bed beside him. Why not, he'd already taken them off once that night.

"Bro's not a predator or a monster, and he's not going to hurt me. I don't need to watch myself around him. I just. What do you want me to say, John?" He didn't sound angry or accusing. Just. Resigned.