Kubo had checked back on Dave's network post enough to know that the news was bad, that on top of having been present for the breaking news of a new friend's death, an older, closer friend had been lost to him. At least here, where old friends were so hard to come by.
So when he didn't find Dave in his room, he kept up the search. The next place to look wasn't too hard to pick. Dave had pointed out the meteor to him, so Kubo went exploring that.
It took him a while to find the lab, and a while longer to find anywhere that looked like it had been used for living, but eventually he did locate the couch where Dave lay.
At least, he thought it was Dave. No one else wore a cape like that that Kubo knew, so it probably was him.
"Dave?"
He wondered if he ought to bring up the comms post yet, or if Dave wouldn't want his attention drawn to the loss of his friend. (As if he were likely thinking about anything else.)
He spoke gently, concerned, as he wondered how best to be compassionate to his friend just then. "I came to get you for dinner. Mother is waiting for us."
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So when he didn't find Dave in his room, he kept up the search. The next place to look wasn't too hard to pick. Dave had pointed out the meteor to him, so Kubo went exploring that.
It took him a while to find the lab, and a while longer to find anywhere that looked like it had been used for living, but eventually he did locate the couch where Dave lay.
At least, he thought it was Dave. No one else wore a cape like that that Kubo knew, so it probably was him.
"Dave?"
He wondered if he ought to bring up the comms post yet, or if Dave wouldn't want his attention drawn to the loss of his friend. (As if he were likely thinking about anything else.)
He spoke gently, concerned, as he wondered how best to be compassionate to his friend just then. "I came to get you for dinner. Mother is waiting for us."