David had a feeling he would always lose the game of Who Cracks Up First. At least when it came to the incredibly immature things -- he didn't have much time to mature in-between all the time spent using whatever made time and noise melt away. Which, really, was fine. He was adult enough to function okay, and wasn't that the most important thing? He could function. Ish. Besides, apparently Syd was just as bad on the maturity level; they were fine.
The statement was duly heard though, even if there was distinct commentary in return. A simple comment of but I could fix this that was answered simply by reminding that Syd said it: if you can't respect her wishes, then fuck you. Essentially. The response in return was a mutual nod of understanding. He'd had to figure out his own messes, help coming from different avenues, none direct or fixing things for him. This was no different, help could come in all kinds of forms.
For the first test, David held Syd's hand, hoped for the best as their hands swung. He watched as Syd closed her eyes, his eyes, and... sadly nothing happened. First tries rarely went well. But again, no explosions, no fires.
Smiling encouragingly at that sigh, he tugged on Syd's hand to get her attention. "We can keep trying. Different methods, maybe work with Oliver and Ptonomy now to go over what happened, see if that helps?" Find what went wrong and tackle it that way? They had some time left to kill until three hours were up, might as well make that time useful and start getting answers... maybe... before anxiety set in.