The words ease up something clenched tight inside, but not quite as much as the gesture does. Dave isn't leaving. He can relax a little. All of this is still so strange and new and motherfuck he hated Dave all when they started this. Except maybe he was just all hurting and lashing out. And Dave was hurting too, maybe?

Maybe. With a bit of effort Gamzee finally unclenches his fingers, but he makes no move to end the contact. It takes a swallow, two, past something thick in his throat but he finally gets some words out. "Would be all down with that, brother. Still got some hungry kicking around."