You sure about that? This isn't the first time I've managed to contort myself enough to shove a foot in my mouth and upset him. Pissing people off seems pretty standard for me.

[God, he feels bad even just saying it. It was bad enough the first time he had Dipper running away from him nearly in tears because he'd said shit the worst possible way. He doesn't want this to be a habit.

Frowning, Dave pulls his legs up onto the couch so he can curl up properly, pressing his mouth to his knee.]