Don't mind him as he casually takes in the sights. Dirk wasn't short, really, height ran in the Strider genes, but he figured pretty much anyone looked small next to this guy. His eyebrows knit together slightly in the middle at all the hair all over him-- what was this guy, Bigfoot? --but in the end it was somewhat endearing, and a funny little chortle of a sound that was mostly breath left him as Jake barreled forward and nearly shouted his excitement.

He was pulled up onto his toes by the hug, arms pinned at his sides, but he was grinning. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but now that this was happening he was pretty sure this was a good turnout. He wriggled his arms free and brought just one back around Jake's massive frame to pat him on the shoulder blades.