[Dynamo is here for the physical support, at least. His heart is still a mess, but he is listening... of course he would care if something happened to Ain. Something did happen to Ain and he's still pissed about it, as little as anything he could do would matter. He's not so blinded to believe his own bullshit anymore.

But that's the problem, isn't it? He knows how much he cares, but he still has no idea how to express any of that. And now Ain wants to skip straight to dating.

It's kind of a lot. From his perspective, it's only been a couple months since he accepted that he even wanted to stay... and now he's been torn away to some other fucked up place full of strangers. And Ain is both hitting on him and making other friends way faster and better than he was with the Search Party. And he doesn't really want to talk or think about any of this, but here he is.

After a long pause, he just sighs—drawn out and exaggerated, in case the empath couldn't tell how fed up he is with all this damn stupid feelings. He straightens himself up, running a hand through his hair. Even if he's still a total mess, he can at least try to pretend he's pulled himself together.]

You really are nosy, aren't you? What's your endgame here? Stop wasting my time and just tell me what you want already.