Steven's... everything is met with resounding silence from the inside of the Lapras. It's the sound of Dirk staring at the wires and processing the renewed intensity of his own hate-filled and hate-fuelled feelings about this kind of intrusive contempt for and indifference to his decisions.

There is also the fact that he has been living on room temperature protein shakes, fish jerky, and cup noodles for the past however many days. Steven isn't the first person in Dirk's life to do this, to trample over what he's made explicitly clear but couching it in the guise of necessity, if not outright 'good intentions.'

At least (and he does mean 'least') he can rest assured that Steven isn't even pretending to give an actual fuck about that angle.

"I don't give a fuck," he says finally and clearly. Or as clearly as an echo chamber can be.