Dylan Hayes (pushme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-14 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave henderson, dylan hayes |
Who: Dylan Hayes and Dave Henderson
What: Meeting
When: Tuesday night
Where: Central Park
He was creeping, walking the walk of a criminal, a shamed person, but that was understandable. Dylan was still not completely convinced that Dave wouldn't be angry about what he'd done or, if he wasn't angry, that he was as entirely sane as he presented himself. Dylan felt awful, he hadn't meant to hurt his, friend? Whatever Dave was. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone, he never had, but it had happened anyway, and so he had to live with the consequences. As he slunk down a path through the park, he pondered those consequences - and how almost non-existent they'd been. Sure, he wasn't allowed to go back to Marc's territory, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Sylvia, Hazel, and Dave had all contacted him in the past three days, and that had done some good for him. Thinking of the first two things made him ponder the third, Dave had worked for Marc for eight years, he said, so surely he had heard some of the strange things Sylvia had said, or at least something like it. Dylan pushed his lips together in a thin line and took a seat on a park bench. Maybe Dave could give him some answers, but first things first, he wanted to see him.