It's...kind of like being followed around by an big puppy, Dave thinks, which is much better than it was before. Before it was more like being stalked by a very hungry, very angry tiger or something.

And kind of just like a puppy, he notices that Gamzee's lagging behind a little bit, like he's worn out his energy with his enthusiasm. Or, you know, maybe it's just that he's still recovering from being kind of fucked up. That's probably more likely.

Carefully, Dave slows his pace, tucks himself into Gamzee's personal space so he can be there just in case.