(K's response is unexpected and Dirk frowns a bit, confusion knitting his brow together.)

I'm not just doing it for your sake. (A bit blunt, maybe.) I think you're overestimating my selflessness. I want to make you happy, yeah. But if I really didn't want to do that, I wouldn't. I wouldn't offer and I'd tell you straight up it's not on the table.

(The same way he rejected Roxy no matter how many times it hurt to do. No matter how much he hated himself for it.)

I lived my life having accepted my options would always be minimal. I was fine with it. It's cool to have options, but I sure as fuck don't need them. Sex ain't that great to piss and moan about if I can't be passed around like a party favor. I'm a goddamn pro at masturbation and am still my own best lay. I've been takin' care of myself for years.

(Dirk, please. Except his slightly aggressive tone makes it clear he's being completely earnest here.)

So, there wouldn't be any resentment. Sex isn't worth resenting anyone over.

(And he believed that entirely. Not just for K either.)

You want exclusive and I'll give you exclusive. Your choice, man. (Dirk tips his head, nudging his glasses up.)

I'm gonna hit on you, but I don't need you to be ready for sex. I'm not a total dog. (Don't make a petplay joke, don't make a petplay joke. This was a serious conversation. Don't do it.) Unless you want me to be.

(Damn it, he tried so hard. He leans back in his chair.)

Okay. Go at your pace. No rush.

(He was immortal. He had all the time in the world.

What he doesn't expect is the question. He stops moving and stares at K for a long time.)

Wait, you for real? I thought you had a problem with me having a friend like that. (His frown deepens more into a scowl.) But you want one?

(Help him understand, K.)