Content with the setup of his blanket nest, Dave flops into it and holds his hands up in the air. He's still got bandages over his palms and the underside of his fingers, but it's a lot less intense of a bandaging job and he can move his hands just fine, as he demonstrates by wiggling his fingers. "'S fine. God bless advanced spacefuture medical technology. I can type again."

He settles in with a little wiggle, takes a long sip from his juice box, and glances back over to Wash with a flat expression. "So you spent the rest of that day after getting released just running around checking on everyone's emotional well-being like the sluttiest moirail possible? And yet I got no such coercive feelings jam. I'm hurt, dude."

Then again, he did pretty much disappear to go hide and sulk and eventually curl up with the samurai fam. And he's just dicking around anyway, 100%.