davey was worried about you.

insanely worried. he'd had a huge crush on you since he got to the union- he was kind of obsessed with you, honestly. always going red when you touched him, smiling while daydreaming about you, etc. you understood him in ways that even jack didn't. but he knew your head.

your two best friends, jack and crutchie, were gone. possibly dead. crutchie is your selling partner, almost your brother. you quite literally hadn't been away from him since you were 9. losing him to the refuge hurt you more than even davey would ever know, and he knew that. jack's disappearance on top of it...

there's no way you were fine.

but earlier, during king of new york, he had never seen you so energetic. clumsy, yes, but clearly having a good time. what the hell? what were you up to?

after it all went down, he dragged you off to the lodge. since no one else was in there right now, he just took you to a side room.

"hey, uh, i was-" he started, before you just smiled up at him and cut him off.

"hiiiiiiiiii!"

he suddenly realized what was going on.

"...uh- are you drunk?" he said, worry crossing over his face