Re: log: dylan & max (daniel & lin too)
[The grammar lesson that came from Main's little bro was met with a tight, scrutinizing glare. Not even a glare, more like a suspicious narrowing of eyes. Or maybe his stare was intent, confused... it was difficult to tell when eyes got that narrow, but eventually his line of sight moved to Daniel. Brief flick, eyebrow twitch. Daniel was being judged, but it didn't seem like the conclusions were entirely bad, because Lin got a smile a moment later.] Crazy and informative, just like [... Sloooow sideglance to Max.] Wishbone. [He was still working on selling the show to Max.]
And [Brief hand up like, just to clarify.] He doesn't stalk me, he just made me an apron and... stuff. [Hand dropped, forget it. Dylan wasn't very good at explaining people's positive attributes. Shit, half the time he couldn't even see them, but he still befriended these drunks and government contract murderers, and what the hell was wrong with seeing the good in people? Was that a crime or reason to end up on some blacklist or be judged? And how much of a wreck are you?
The look he gave Daniel said that it was at least momentarily easy to forget why he gave two shits about this other guy. But lets not delude ourselves, even if Dylan was here now, he knew that he hadn't taken many steps in assisting Daniel's health over the years. Dylan hadn't forgotten that, and he wasn't trying to start over now. He also wasn't lugging his baggage around. He dropped the truth in bombs, and why not? Most days, he didn't even know what was real in the first hour after waking up.]
A totalitarian-- [Eyes snapped briefly in Lin's direction.] Orwellian-- [Whatever the precise term was, that guy was sure to know it and pull out the dry erase board at any minute for a two minute lecture that was bound to give Dylan some kind of post-traumatic spazzy mindfuck shudder that his breakfast of Mexican beer would not be enough to combat.] government tried to fuck my mind into restart. They didn't even want me to keep my high score on the board, you know... but hey, I'm here, you're alive, we're going to rob a casino, and possibly end up getting hacked apart by lingering members of the mafia. I'm not a wreck, I don't have time to be one. My Pokemon Gold card is wiped -- [Brief gesture to the backpack which housed, among other things, a Gameboy Color.] So I've got a lot to focus on right now.
[The backpack was drawn off his shoulder, and he slumped into a spare chair. He wasn't even sure why he brought the Gameboy, he knew he wouldn't touch it. He didn't have much of an interest in games anymore.] Are we breaking him out of here or what? [His honest glance went to Max.]