Jake smelled like dirt, which shouldn't have been a good smell, really, but somehow it was. Dirt, and a little bit of gunpowder, and probably a little bit of sweat but Dirk for once didn't mind. He might have been the slightest bit biased. There was the slightest of chuckles and he pulled his face away from Jake's shoulder, peering over the tops of his glasses (which somehow miraculously stayed on his face through the fall) to take all of Jake's face in.

...Which right now was pretty much entirely teeth, he was realizing. But a happy Jake was better than most alternatives, so Dirk found nothing wrong with a face full of excitable buck-teeth. Though he did sort of want to foist some breath mints off on him.

"I don't know that I'd go that far, bro," he offered.