Shit. Hopefully none of the little handful of people Dave really cares about were in that latter seriously traumatized group. He should maybe poke around more thoroughly, he only really asked Kubo and his mom, but he's not exactly known for being tactful and soothing.

Case in point:

"Yeah, sure," Dave says, nodding sagely. "Relaxing and recovering from a mission of pure horror with a movie about a string of murders. I can't imagine anything more comforting."

He's just fucking around now. Anyone upset by Clue, no matter how acute or recent their trauma, should be seeking more intense treatment than a chill night with their teammates anyway. But hell, giving Wash shit for his movie choices might just become a running thing.