[Dandy plops himself down on the bed next to Jonathan, only staring straight ahead at first. The condensation on the bag of ice collects even further, soaking the sheets of Jonathan's unkempt bed. It's a strange thing, being held accountable for your actions. Dandy slaps Meow around all the time and often thinks nothing of it, as the feline fuckity-butt seems to invoke Dandy's wrath more than QT does.

Being here, watching this... Dandy almost feels bad about it.

With an air of hesitation, he looks over his shoulder.]

I'm sorry I hurtcha.

Really, baby.

[That last "baby" sounds oddly affectionate, like something of a coo.]

I mean it.

[He waits for any inkling of a reply, then adding.]

Are you gonna let me touch your face? You better! Or else it's just gonna start lookin' like you wet the bed.