Re: log: dylan & max (soon to be daniel & lin too)
[She heard him. She didn't move, and she didn't let on, but of course she heard him. She just smiled when he said hey. She looked him over, blatant as always, and then she pushed away from the wall, carved hips and narrow belly leading the movement. She had no real concerns about this visit, other than not liking hospitals or knowing the man they were visiting. But this wasn't a mission, and there was no threat until they tried to take the casino for money. Even that felt like a prospective game, something removed from the real world and harmless.
His hair was damp, and that made her smile go a little warmer. He looked younger than her, because he was, and she knew his hair would dry all over the place; she'd seem him in the morning, head on the pillow and hair a mess.
She considered talking to him about Thanksgiving, about Brandon and the fact that there was trouble there. But it wasn't the time. One hand lingered on his arm a moment, above his elbow and long fingers there and then gone. She was ready, and she took two more drags and stubbed the smoke out on the rotten hotel carpet.] Ready.
[She entered the propped door, which deposited them in the family bathroom on the third floor of the hospital. There, she lifted a bag off the ground and tossed it over her shoulder.] Anything you want to warn me about before I meet this guy? [She had a pretty good idea about what she was about to see, but it never hurt to have all the details before an encounter.]