Kids, eh? No concept of respect or understandin'. Everythin' is either your fault or some other adults fault, isn't it?

[He sighs loudly, slinking his other hand forward so he can cup Dirk's between both of them. This talk is comforting, and it feels good to say these things, but there's this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that tells him to lean forward and kiss Dirk. But he can't let himself do that.]