Dahlia wore a faint smile as he talked about his family. She wasn't entirely sure why it was she liked to hear about others families. Why she was always so curious. Maybe it was out of wonderment on her own life. If...things would be different had Dai lived. Had her mother. Would she talk about family like Jake did? Like Otis? Or would things still have fallen apart? Would she still be....different.
It didn't matter of course, she was who she was and they were both dead. But she couldn't help but wonder sometimes.
...she couldn't help but long for what others had had sometimes too.
"So close but not too close." Dahlia replied with a slight nodded laugh. She could, in a way, understand that. She'd come to find that she liked having people around but there were still times, sometimes too often, where she wanted to be alone. Where it was easier to be.
"That would probably be easy to do with the money we're supposed to get." Dahlia knew that many were in here for reasons beyond the money though. But for those that stayed for it, she was endlessly curious on the why. Even if she couldn't completely answer that question herself.
Dahlia wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to do. She knew she should try to paint but she wasn't sure she wanted to. A part of her just wanted to curl up in a ball with Jake and hide away the rest of the night but she knew, in a way, that it wouldn't work. She'd worry...
Sighing faintly Dahlia reached a hand up; holding the sleeping Max to her as she paused once they'd reach Jake's cabin.
“Maybe a movie?” she offered as she waited for him to open the door to the cabin. “Maybe I can actually sit through a whole one tonight.” She usually got too distracted, to antsy, to lost in her own head to follow a movie completely.