What. What. Dave and Dirk, you traitors. Weaklings. Totally unbecoming of the Strider name. Not that Bro's one to talk. He's got an armful of Sufferer as well. Perhaps this troll is like Strider kryptonite, breaking down the walls of stoic indifference one nice gesture at a time.

Either way, that sure is an invasion of personal space that's going on, here. Bro was hoping that maybe the Sufferer would take it easy and not press himself up against his body, but 'lo and behold, that grip sure is tight and there sure is a head resting against his chest. The combined impact of what Sufferer just said, the sudden physical closeness and the warmth rushing through his body causes his cheeks to flush. Once he realizes that's a thing, he gets hit by an unwelcome wave of shame which- of course- isn't helping that redness any.