[ oh god. there isn't even anywhere for the sound to go but directly through Dave's ears and into his soul. he sacrifices remaining stable with his hands behind him, resting up against the side of the ball to put them over his ears instead with a grimace.

and for her benefit, he turns his head as far to the side as it'll go. ]

I'm not looking, do you have to scream?! Where's the paperwork for assault on my fucking ears?? I'm trapped in here too in case you didn't notice.