“Calm down.”

Dirk squirms as you cling to his arm, your smile bright and eyes crazed. ‘Trickster Mode’ the others had called it, seems like it made everyone act deranged — everyone except for him. Not even substance abuse could keep him happy apparently. Speaking of everyone, they had run off to god knows where — leaving Dirk to babysit you while you were high off your rocker on Cherub drugs. Nice.

He stands there robotically, mildly uncomfortable as you nuzzle his neck like a cat.