That startles another weak laugh out of Dirk, and he punches Bro lightly on the side. "Fuck you platonically, Jack fucking Twist." His emotions are still raw, but he feels scoured clean, feels lighter, somehow. Sure, there's the chance that Bro will lie to him again in the future, but for now, he's got that promise to hold onto. He can't have his brother back, but he has Bro, and that's okay. He can live with that.

Now that the hug is over, he turns back to the table and starts onto his chips. Apparently crying can work up an appetite, who knew? Maybe his body's just trying to replace all the saline from his tears. Yeah, that must be it. Not like he was nervous before he started eating, or anything like that.

After tearing his way through a few of the chips, he finally considers the other thing that Bro ordered for them. "What's with the fire whiskey, anyway?" he asks.