Considering April "his something" definitely made Dillon feel like he was hopeless, but he didn't point that out. "It seems like a bad thing. I'm pretty sure anyone else would know what to do about things like this." It wasn't so much everyone else's opinion that made him believe that there was something wrong with not knowing what to do, it was his own, really. "Do I want to? Not really. It's embarrassing. But should I? If I ever want things to get off the groud... probably."
"Well, I don't know," Dillon shrugged and smiled a little. "I actually think that what other people thinks make her confusing... makes sense." An odd thought, maybe, but he couldn't help it. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. That and the fact that I'm not..." he paused, then shrugged. "I'm not like most guys. I mean, it makes sense, right?" At least to him it did. He shrugged and chuckled. "I don't know. I wish I was smarter about crap like this. Maybe I'd have said something by now." Maybe if he was braver. But it didn't matter, because he wasn't.
The question was a simple enough question, but the answer was less simple. "That's the thing. I don't know. Anything. I mean..." he chuckled awkwardly. "I don't even know where to start. We spend time together, and we have fun, and she doesn't expect me to, like... be anything but who I am, you know?" Which was amazing. "But it can't be that simple, can it?" he asked. "Every person I've seen who falls for someone has to go through some epic thousand step thing to get her." Or at least, things he'd read about. "I could take her for a walk," he thought aloud. "I think her cousin is getting her a wheelchair, so..." he shrugged and smiled a little. "I don't know if I could get her away at night. Maybe during the day, but..." he snorted a laugh. "That would probably relegate us to cloudgazing."
Nodding once, Dillon smiled. "Good. It'd probably be a futile effort, anyway." A slightly heavy scoff, and Dillon shook his head no. "I'm giving you an out, man," he pointed out with a shrug. "You should probably take it." He shrugged again and then said, "besides, it's not like I'm a kid anymore. Birthdays aren't really important nowadays in the grand scheme of things." More important was survival. The group from Bedford was evidence of that. There's nothing to make up. It's just a day," he said honestly. He had always been more into celebrating other people's birthdays than his own, anyway, even if twenty-one was a big deal.
"To coin a phrase that I think Maddie's said to me once, 'if you die, I'll kill you." It was probably a bad joke, given his history. But he'd said it. "See? More reason for you to stop before you run yourself into the ground, then. Because otherwise, you'd have to deal with both Talia's wrath and Maddie's. And I'm not sure which one is worse." He smirked at the mention of them telling their mother, and shrugged. "We had to do what we had to do, man. We had life-ruiner goals."
Making a disapproving face when Zach mentioned that he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten, Dillon sighed heavily. "Not cool, man," he said. "I don't know. That Laura chick is cooking." He had no preference between the cooks, all he knew was that Maddie seemed to prefer Laura to Rae. "I think I saw some kind of salad or something."