He could heard the careful way Kubo was picking his words. Like Kanaya, but born of a hesitance to say the wrong thing rather than a simple quirk. Was that just your standard reluctance to talk about the really awful shit, or was Kubo walking on eggshells because of him?

The idea that it might be the latter was depressing.

"She deserved better," Dave agreed simply, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. "Kinda makes it feel shitty to be upset about anything else, huh? Like, someone fuckin' died, everything else should kind of pale in comparison."

It didn't, though.

Frowning, Dave fell silent for a minute and angled towards an elevator to leave the Hab Deck. There was only a forest separating his meteor from this one, a patch of large evergreen trees that he could only assume was significant to someone else.

"You would've liked him," Dave finally went on after a bit, shrugging. "He's funny. He gets worked up over everything. And he eats up love stories like he needs that shit to live."