[To Dave, there's always some music playing. In his mind. Even the thumping sounds of a bass or something to keep his mind on something. He disliked silence anyways, so he had to improvise somehow when it did happen.

He tore a piece of his cookie out and held it out to John. Seeing as the other seemed to be very intent on staring him, he assumes the other was either just watching him or wanted some more sweets.]