Re: log: dylan & max (daniel & lin too)
[Daniel, who would have been insulted to be called an echo and was personally responsible for as many original words as humanly possible (pre-murdering, naturally), thought of Max in a more complimentary way since she thought of aprons in the same way he did. It was Dylan, however, that captured his attention. He was the one nearest, and the only one so far that had not spoken to him like he was a disabled child. Only Dylan had so far shown any irritation at Daniel's pathetic attempts to needle him, and only Dylan had asked him what he wanted.
Daniel had enough exotic chemicals working through him to make the whole hospital experience an extremely unique hell. He was an intelligent man that knew plenty about the way the body began to depend on what he'd been giving it, and even if the laudanum was a relatively new habit, the need for a drink superceded the need for oblivion at every waking moment. Even with the counter-medications designed to ease all the waking nightmares and the itch on his skin, which had subsided to an incredibly maddening dry-heat feel on his tongue and in the back of his head, the bland room and the awful people and the fucking television made Daniel hate every moment awake and every moment asleep. The only time he wasn't hating was that point in between, the thoughtless time that was generally filled with the soft cotton of sleep and the sound of Lin breathing somewhere nearby.
Glassy slivers of bloodshot blue swung in Max's direction.] Fuck you.
[He was less quick to curse Lin. He gave the boy a distrusting look, knowing that he wasn't kidding, and unsure of how far Lin would go.]
I'm not dying anymore. I want to leave. [He looked at Dylan, pressed his lips together, and put feeling into it. Daniel did not boast authenticity very often, but you could feel his frantic desire to crawl up the walls at the edge of his voice.] Now.