Well excuse me for not being able to keep track of time to the exact nanosecond, you annoying douche.

[ he finally wraps his arms around dave and it hits him that they are literally standing at the front door of the base they share with like forty other people, and that this is the exact level of pda that he wants to avoid at all costs or else he may actually die. ]

You are so, so fucking lucky that I love you, I swear to literally every god in bullshit magical pajamas.