Re: log: dylan & max (soon to be daniel & lin too)
I don't easily forget nearly getting my fucking hand shot off, no matter how long ago it was. [Those were the words that heralded Max and himself through the (not-so)gilded arches of a decent hospital. Dylan was sure that he'd been in worse places while on assignment in parts of the third world. At least they were treating Daniel, Dylan wasn't sure what hotel did to things like health care. Honestly, he doubted that Daniel ever secured that kind of thing for himself even when he'd been in the real world. Insurance was something that called for a certain degree of giving a shit, which wasn't something that Dylan associated with the man lying in the hospital bed.
Dylan walked closer with Max, side by side like a red carpet opportunity. Although, if it was a metaphorical red carpet, it was a dusty one that they hadn't kicked out in some time. Lately, when Max and Dylan got together, the proven stage of dialog was that they speak of the more unknown, fucked up events of current days. Talking about things that had happened between them in the then, even the more lighthearted and touching events like getting shot at, hadn't done much to help them steer clear of uncomfortable in the past. Dylan doubted it would be any better for them now.
Younger and not-dying sprung up from his chair, and Dylan took a step to the right when the siblings hugged it out. Dylan wasn't sure that Max was much of a hugger, but he didn't bother to survey and figure her out, Dylan's attention moved thoughtfully over the lump in hospital sheets, judging his pallor and the beep of machines that monitored. He heard mention of a familiar name -- Aubrey -- and glanced back to Max's kin.] I don't stalk people. [Although he knew Max to have more than enough evidence to disagree and call him out if she wanted to.
Back to the man in bed who didn't offer a hello, although Dylan was enough of a friend that he didn't expect one. Dylan had already decided that if Daniel looked even slightly relieved to see him, Dylan was going to hit the nurse's call button, code red on the clearly not good. But Daniel looked as unreceptive as ever, and there was even a glare to be caught in exchange with the boyfriend. All of which Dylan found to be good signs.
It'd been a long, long time since Dylan had known Daniel Webster to have the sort of coloring or clear eyes that would suggest healthy. The fact that the guy was still alive after everything that his body had gone through in the past years was impressive, and Dylan realized that he'd come to expect nothing less from Daniel. Resilient bastard.]
You look gross. [He said with honesty, but a sliver of warmth made the edge of his mouth twitch like the primary stage of a smile that never quite made it through negotiations to progress fully.]