[Dave chuckles too, not noticing Hiccup's melancholy since his eyes from the food in his hands to the computer. That sounds like one hell of a family, way more interesting than Dave's housewife mother and office dude father. He's a little jealous, he has to admit.]

Your dad... the chief, right? He sounds... strict. But I know what's like - being told to stay inside because danger is out there to get you. And it only gets worse when they're proven right.

[He takes a sip of his soda, a bit lost in thought himself, remembering how Becky got dragged into his mess... so much for that story. It's Hiccup's question that makes him snap out of it - he offers a little smile, still a bit distracted.]

Almost three years now. Those coils... they're my life. Or were? I don't even know anymore. I used to have a plan for post-graduation life and now... [He sighs and rubs his face.] Sorry, I'm rambling.