He waits out the whining. The weakness. The closed eyes before he gathers his grit and fights with his body and tries. And that look that Dirk gets for his trouble?
To Dirk, that little ember of anger and hate is everything. It's a sign that Ranboo is still in there--still feeling, thinking, and being inside of his own head. Whether or not he thinks he has the strength, he does, and he was able to do it and feel something at the same time.
"You hate me now, but you'll thank me later," he says. And as reward for Ranboo's effort, Dirk compromises. He doesn't make Ranboo crawl to him or anything so degrading as that. He pulls himself up onto the bed, extending the glass of water to them like a civilised human being. An offering--you worked for it, so you earned it, so it's yours. You fight, you gain, you get stronger so you can fight harder and longer.
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To Dirk, that little ember of anger and hate is everything. It's a sign that Ranboo is still in there--still feeling, thinking, and being inside of his own head. Whether or not he thinks he has the strength, he does, and he was able to do it and feel something at the same time.
"You hate me now, but you'll thank me later," he says. And as reward for Ranboo's effort, Dirk compromises. He doesn't make Ranboo crawl to him or anything so degrading as that. He pulls himself up onto the bed, extending the glass of water to them like a civilised human being. An offering--you worked for it, so you earned it, so it's yours. You fight, you gain, you get stronger so you can fight harder and longer.