Dave didn't expect John to say anything, really. It kind of just felt better to say it. It was what it was, or so he'd been trying to tell himself, there was no reason to feel betrayed. Even if he had been lied to for the past fourteen ye--yeah, fuck that, he was gonna feel betrayed about this.

His shoulders tensed a little when John's arm wrapped around him and pulled him closer, and then he relaxed and shifted so that he could scoot closer and slide an arm behind John that he could rest his weight on.

"Thanks, man," he murmured. "Sorry to bring you down. Sounds like you had a pretty awesome day, cake attacks notwithstanding."