Chuckling in embarrassment, David nodded his understanding. "Right," he smirked. "Sorry." This was something that he'd always hated about meeting new people; he was terrible at casual conversation starters. Things that were normal human nature, he'd never been terribly good at. But she didn't seem to take offense and he took heart in that. "Not used to this whole 'conversations with people I don't know' thing," he admitted, an uncharacteristically revealing tidbit.
He nodded his agreement when she pointed out that she didn't get to leave often. "I don't either. I'm way anxious about crossing the water and I don't want to charge my brother or Rae with looking out for me..." Looking out for oneself was hard enough nowadays, so tack on an extra person and David reasoning was extra sound. "This is my first time using this facetime thing. I don't have too many acquaintances outside of the safehouse, and I'm usually not one for interaction with strangers, this being an obvious exception, so... yeah." He chuckled softly.
The mention of a fear of going outside was met with a grim expression, a glance toward the nearby door, then a nod when his gaze turned back. "So am I," he admitted. He didn't mention that he hadn't been bitten, but one, he didn't think he needed to and two, even if he had been bitten, he was fairly certain he'd still be afraid to go outside. "Alone, anyway."
When he glanced back up at her from where he'd had his attention on the keys of Rae's keyboard, he saw the apologetic but earnest expression on her face. To be honest, the only parties he ever got invitations to were from his fellow ghost hunters or family events. There was once in junior year, too, but that had turned out to be more of a cruel prank than a genuine, real party invitation. So, while David's emotional-self-preserving side was inherently suspicious, he pushed it down and let Allie see a slightly reserved but genuine smile.
He shrugged a shoulder and nodded his head. "I'll think about it." Though Allie was probably unaware, in David speak "I'll think about it" was more or less a yes, especially when it came to things like this. "I promise."
"There was mention of a talent show?" he asked, as if it would weigh into his decision, which it probably wouldn't. He just wanted to get her talking so that he didn't have to fill the silence. That was something he'd grown adept at over the years.