[Dave resents that line of thinking, because he clearly is not a kid. He is a man, a small man with very little facial hair to boast about and now very little dignity to go with it.
He stares gormless up at the hand as if considering whether it's worthy of being taken. He reaches for it, but instead gives it a vigorous shake before letting his hand drop back down.]
I'm great, thanks. How are you on this fine morning?
DEAR GOD
He stares gormless up at the hand as if considering whether it's worthy of being taken. He reaches for it, but instead gives it a vigorous shake before letting his hand drop back down.]
I'm great, thanks. How are you on this fine morning?