Re: Dylan/Astoria
The moment she touched him, he felt an urge to pull away. He didn't like anyone of them to touch him. His friends, yes, but not some stranger who had just been a good friend of his father's. Still he forced himself not to, and instead nodded.
"If that day ever comes, I'll keep you in mind," he said. It was easier to agree to because he was certain that it would never come. He'd ignore them, they'd ignore him. It was as it had always been.
He nodded when she (thankfully) pulled back. "Thank you for coming," he answered, again wishing that this part of the day would be over.