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Dirk is compartmentalizing, and it worries Rose.
She’s gone along with everything he’s wanted to do since he woke up, even obtaining blood for Dave, but it’s all going far too smoothly. He’s a child; magic and monsters are a natural part of a child’s world, but even children have a limit. Dirk was attacked, threatened twice in one night, once by someone he trusts, and once by someone who claims to have ties to him. His world has been violently shifted - again. His need to keep busy is textbook, but his lack of acknowledgment regarding what happened to him - not to Dave, but to Dirk - is troubling.
She wants to discuss the recent events with him, encourage him to share his feelings, but she doesn’t have all the facts. If she misspeaks during this critical time, it could have repercussions she doesn’t even want to contemplate. She can’t have this talk alone. She needs Dave.
And he’s busy being dead.
Reprimanding herself for her unfair attitude, she turns her thoughts toward keeping Dirk and herself occupied for just a little longer. Dinner, probably, and maybe a game. Anything to help Dirk feel that things are going back to normal.
Because there’s nothing for them to do but wait.