[Dave's quiet for a few seconds, unusual for a kid who tends to spout off whatever he thinks of the second it comes to mind.]

[that's because he's actually trying to be sincere here.]

Yeah. I guess.

[still ... trying.]

I don't wanna say that hindsight's perfect vision or something dumb like that, because that'd mean I'd be talking from the perspective of my ass — [Dave, why do you have to ruin every saying you touch.] — but, uh.

I dunno. I freaked out, and I'm used to handling shit like this by myself. Time loop shit. Thought it was time loop shit anyway. Turned out to be more like, stop and think for five seconds shit.