Dirk makes a short, mostly pensive sound and presses his hands against his face, rubbing his eyes underneath his shades and letting them fall back into place on his nose with a kind of practised fluidity.

"You don't even notice you're doing it." If Dirk's flattened, deadpan delivery isn't judgmental, then maybe the statement isn't judgmental at all.

Who the fuck is Lydia.

"No."

He regrets so much, every part of this entire conversation. Maybe he should have given Steven a concussion. Then maybe this wouldn't have happened.

"No. Don't... fucking. Don't ask any of those fucking people."