Similarly, he's not quite forward enough to cling to this strange yet comforting human like a limpet-monkey hybrid, though the temptation is there. Dave can be pretty openly reassuring at times, but they're usually too busy being assholes; it's something he values, but Dave is not the late nite drive thru emotional sincerity restaurant he is looking for. And Kanaya just has too much drunken human matesprite bullshit on her plate, which he can't really hold against her. He can't actually remember the last time he was able to accept comfort from anyone on any real level, and that's just a giant clusterfuck of unending awful. He doesn't cling, but he does sort of just huddle a little under her arm. It's not very noticeable. Probably.

He sniffles and tries not to asphyxiate on his own loathing for himself and pretty much every situation he's ever been in. "The universe was only ever against me semi-metaphorically. The indestructible time-travelling demon from the end of the universe is against me in pretty much the standard non fucking metaphorical way." Which doesn't even get into the problems of Batterwitches, ghost armies, grimbark spacewitches, or Crockertier Nannas. Or even just the social trainwreck his life has been since everyone jumped into a quadrant with everyone else on the meteor. Maybe he should be grateful for getting fork culled on the spot.