Re: quicklog: mary/dylan
[He wedged the pillow between his back and the wall. Comfortable. There were worse places to hang out and M sounded like she was good and set to talk about whatever. Dylan held out his hand for the bottle, like let's share this shit and listened.]
So you got the outside shit. You bad with people too? [But he got the thing about trading shit so you didn't feel bad about talking about yours. Dylan didn't feel hurt over his mom. It was a while back and the Facility had written, looked after them after.] What, you think I just showed up? [A snort and he tipped back tequila if she shared it.] Nah. I had a mom. Leda. Worked across town for the lab guys. Scatty, sweet. She died.