As soon as Dirk climbed onto the bed with him, Dave wrapped his arms around him and selfishly pulled him into a hug. "C'mere, squirt." Because this was the hug he'd wanted to give Dirk since the other day. Hell, this was the hug he'd wanted to give Dirk since he found out he was going to stay with them. But it was also the hug Dave needed after letting his team down on the pitch.

"Quidditch," he muttered into Dirk's hair, closing his eyes and totally unironically snuggling his cousin. "It's a sport. I got cracked in the head and fell off my broom."