Re: log: dylan & max (daniel & lin too)
Don't hold a grudge. [With a grin, to Dylan, about almost getting his hand shot off. He had all his fingers, so she didn't see the point in harping. If she wanted him handless, he would be.]
Good to see hospitals are as dreary in the past as they are in the present. [Max wasn't a hugger, no, but Lin reminded her of Amanda too much for her not to return the welcoming hug.] Kid. [Which was said warmly, and with a smile that wasn't particularly bright. But for her, it was beaming joy. The man on the bed got a glance, a look that was closed off and observant. If she felt bad for him, it didn't show. If she wished her brother was dating someone less hooked up to medical equipment, that didn't show either. She wasn't there to judge, and she was good at turning off whatever needed to be turned off in order to do the job in question. She wanted better for Lin, but she'd come to the conclusion back in Vegas that it was unlikely to happen, and now she just wanted the most comfortable outcome given the current situation.
McKendrick said he didn't stalk people, and she gave him a look. Brown gaze sliding over to him in sure, right, and she realized he was keeping this casual, nothing going on. Nothing was, so she wasn't offended by it, and the memory of his arm around her waist seconds earlier, it was just a memory. She didn't ask about Aubrey.
She did what she always did when multiple people were gathered in sobriety; she backed up, and she leaned against the wall. She watched, and most of the interplay in the room was visual, assessing.
But then McKendrick said Daniel looked gross, and there was warmth in the childish observation, and that made her chuckle to herself. Like the backpack, it was a throwback, and she hoped there would be more of those as the days progressed.
She turned to Lin.] Do you have a place to sleep that isn't the hospital?