He probably should have thought this through a little better. Because truthfully he hadn't properly braced for the human canonball hurtling in his direction, and he was too much of a reedy thing that vaguely resembled a freckly day-glow giraffe met with a stick bug to stand his ground when Jake got hold of him. So down they went, the wind getting knocked from Dirk as they fell but he didn't even care. He wheezed a little, smiling so hard his face hurt (which didn't take much, given he didn't honestly smile for much), immediately bringing his arms up to return the embrace. And screw up Jake's hair. And pull, and tug, and holy shit this was Jake and he was hugging him and they were in a funny little pile of teenage boys on the fucking tarmac of a deserted island.

It took him almost a minute to achieve any sound past his breathless wheezing, and even then it was soft in comparison to Jake's cadence.

"Yeah," he offered, tugging again at Jake's shirt and-- yep, he definitely just smooshed his face into your shoulder there, Jake. "And so are you."