Re: log: dylan & max (soon to be daniel & lin too)
[Missions were easy because missions felt like nostalgia, like warm memories, like anything that came before. He wasn't worried about failure(overconfidence had always been more of a problem than anything). Dylan did seem (maybe strangely? optimistic). Like Max's fake smile, that optimism was part of a game. Maybe depression fit in well with hospitals full of the dying and grieving and doctors that had sex in the MRI rooms -- art reflected life and Grey's Anatomy was a work of art. But the base of him was there, the cold that had settled into his bones and his heart and his head for a long-ass winter, it was there. It just wasn't there for a mission. No, missions like this were about pretend. Pretend wasn't his thing anymore, but for Daniel and the encyclopedia of snark that Daniel was marrying, Dylan was willing to play a little pretend.
They were back in time anyway, right? Back in time, and wormholes, and -- ] What is Reading Rainbow? [Oh, God. He put three fingertips against a brow like asking for help from his non-existent manicure, or the deity of such things.] You don't even know about Wishbone, do you? [He made it a sad accussation, brows drawn and mouth tight like a line had been crossed that he would not let stand.] After all of this, we are getting drunk and watching Wishbone... [He hissed under his breath, closing in to put an arm around her as they walked passed the nurses station.]
Room 407 [He told her as they steered that way, his arm fell off of her waist once they hit the hall and the need for coziness was gone.] I didn't threaten him with my gun, and it was one time. The gun did all of the threatening, he doesn't like drunks threatening to throw up in my passenger seat. I was practically an innocent bystander.
[And then there they were, room 407 detailed on a little metal square outside the door. Dylan looked at Max, questioning.] Should we knock or you just want to go old school and shoot the door knob off?