Dylan reached out his arm and wrapped it around Salvia's shoulders, letting his hand rest there. Maybe it was for the best that she didn't realize how much he hated her brother. She didn't need to know, and Dylan was sure that Marijuana wouldn't like the questions that would follow if he explained it. Instead, he settled down a little more in the grass and leaned against Salvia a little.
"It's warm now, so it's not so dangerous to be homeless, but I've been going to a homeless shelter most nights." Dylan replied , looking down at Salvia with a small smile. "I still go to Henri, too. I'm still selling his drugs. I mean, he did a lot for me. But-" He sighed softly. "I think I'm going to get my own place as soon as I can. I just want to get a job. You know, a-" He didn't want to say a 'real' job. "A consistent job. So I can make my own money and stop relying on people." He paused briefly, "I'm tired of getting hurt."