Imagine, if you will, that David is
brooding A difficult leap, I know, but I'm sure you can manage it. Seated on his bed with only the light of his bedside lamp in the room, he wallows within
the memory of this conversation.
Because, he might - perhaps. Be breaking down. And crying. But only where people can't find him.
Which is why you should obviously bother him. You know you want to. Just... try to keep it to people who might... actually be in the Spade Castle near bedtime?
And, actually, sleepy times now. Responses on the morrow.