The apartment feels so much larger with all the Daves and ARquius gone. It's nicer not having them so close than Hal wants to admit. He should like having them around, right? After all they're his family, and he does like talking to all of them, even if it can get weird very quickly with ARquius, but still the constant noise that's inevitable with so many people living in one place, and most of those people needing help with stuff so frequently, was often far too much for Hal to deal with. And just when he'd started to forget how overwhelming it all was, and could think more about the occasional times when the balance was just right and he genuinely enjoyed their company (which often happened while they were all watching a movie together, because he could sit on a chair all by himself with no-one touching him, and just enjoy the movie and all of the Daves interacting with each other) he got an invitation from Davepeta and ARquius to go watch a movie with them in their new home. He'd accepted the invitation straight away, with a rashness that he blames solely on this fleshy meat prison housing his consciousness, and spent the three days leading up to the date of the movie watching with increasingly mounting dread. Watching a movie together would be fine, he has no worries about that side of things, but to actually get to their new apartment he'd have to cross multiple streets full of fast, noisy traffic, walk along sidewalks which would probably be crowded with people, and trust in his faulty organic brain to remember the correct building and apartment number. Finally, three hours before he was meant to arrive for the movie, he sent Davepeta a message saying that he was very sorry, but he couldn't come over as he was busy, and to watch the movie without him. Since then, he's been sat in a corner of the main room of the apartment he and Dirk share, grinding intently through the levels on candy crush on his cell phone (hacking into the game and giving himself unlimited lives was the second thing he did upon downloading it.) He's scrunched up, knees to his chest and arms wrapped around them, mostly hidden behind a large armchair pointed diagonally towards the TV on the wall. The top of his head is probably visible, from most angles, but it's the best he could hide without making it obvious that he was hiding, so it will just have to do.